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lacontroller1991 · 3 years

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Mr. and Mrs. Flag (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @myownworldsstuff : Rick Flag and Reader where they are married with Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes

@h-hxgirl @artemis-cr0ck

Author's Note: I think the title is very fitting 😁

Warnings: Mention of child loss, mentions of abortion, language

The smell of homemade spaghetti entered Rick’s nostrils as he walked through the threshold into his shared home with you, his wife. Hearing the door open, you quickly wiped your palms on your apron before rushing to greet him.

“Hey baby, how was work?” You asked as he set down a briefcase before pulling you into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Work’s work, I had clients all the way up my ass today, bitching about how their stocks are plummeting,” he replied as you hummed, giving him a smile before pulling away. You knew he wasn’t a stock marketer. You knew he worked with some of the world’s most dangerous criminals. In any case, you were there to gather any intel you managed to scrape up for the CIA. What you didn’t expect was to slowly love him along the way. The CIA had warned you not to do what you did, saying that he was just a mission, but to you he became more than that. He became your best friend. He became your lover.

“Well, dinner is ready. Your favorite,” you whispered against his ear as you tugged against his blazer.

“You know me so well.”

You two ate in silence aside from the occasional slurp of noodles and guzzle of wine.

“So, how was your day?” He asked as you twirled the stem of your wine glass between your thumb and index finger, desperately wanting to tell him about how your day really was. As far as he knew, or so you thought, you were a kindergarten teacher at the local school.

“It was alright, I had 5 kids not wanting to take a nap, and 3 of them being rowdy as always. Even though I teach kids, I still don’t want one,” you mentioned as he let out a small chuckle before silence cascaded over the room. Your eyes locked with his as he cleared his throat.

“Listen, sweetheart, I got something to tell you.”

“No, I do too,” you replied, hands fidgeting underneath the table. Normally, this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but this was Rick you were telling. Someone you actually care for. You both paused for a moment, urging the other to speak; however, that was put on hold as you saw something glisten in the moonlight out of the corner of your eye before noticing that it was quiet. Too quiet, you thought to yourself before a rain of bullets ripped through the window. Falling to the floor, you glanced over to Rick who too, looked over to you.

“I’m a secret agent.”

“I do special ops,” you both said at the same time, his news not new to you, but yours was to him.

“For how long?” He asked loudly, army crawling to a secret stash of guns as you copied his movements, reaching for your own.

“15 years,” you stated, loading some guns and grabbing a couple of knives as he cocked some guns.

“Shit. You’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

“Rick, you have been too, this is not the time and place for this conversation. There’s a secret door in the kitchen that will lead to the sewer, we can make it out of here,” you mentioned as he glared at you with mistrust in his eyes before giving in and nodding. Crawling your way to the secret door, you quickly stood up and shot your gun in the general vicinity of the advancing adversaries before you went down the stairs into the small basement with Rick following you. Turning to open the lid, you were stopped as a body was pressed against you and a gun to your temple. Staring into his hazel eyes, you noticed slight flecks of green and brown that you had come to love.

“How can I trust you?” He seethed as you didn’t try to fight back.

“Rick, if I was here to kill you, I would’ve. I’m an agent, yes, but I wasn’t assigned to kill you. Please, let’s just get to safety before we go into this,” you begged as he nodded, opening the lid to the sewer before jumping in, trying to not gag at the stench. Turning on the flashlight, you and Rick made your way through the tunnels before you found the exit you designated for something like this. Climbing up the ladder, you looked behind you to make sure he was following you, and when you saw he was, you opened the hatch and climbed out into the crisp autumn night. Climbing out after you, he looked at you, feelings confused as to what to do with you.

“You got a safe house?” He asked as you nodded, starting to walk the way of the house before he grabbed your arm and shook his head.

“It might be safer if we went to Belle Reve.”

“Show me the way.”

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Stepping out of the shower, you wringed out your hair with a towel as you made your way into the small room with an office attached to it.

“So this is where you sleep on the nights you can’t come home,” you quipped as he shot you a glare, cleaning the water off of his guns.

“Home,” he scoffed, clicking the barrel back into place, “what a joke.” Sighing, you took a seat next to him, flinching as he moved away from you.

“That’s what it is for me,” you tried to reason as he glared at you again, trying to remain stoic and not heartbroken that the love of his life is secretly an undercover agent.

“What am I to you?” His voice hoarse from the yelling and then the silent treatment. Placing a small hand on his shoulder, you were surprised when he didn’t move to remove it.

“My husband.”

“No, what am I to you? A target? A mission? Decoy?”

“Mission,” you muttered meekly as he ran a hand over his face before you continued, “4 years ago, the CIA debriefed me on you. West Point Grad. Special Ops officer. Leader of Task Force X. The latter being what they were concerned with. They wanted me to gather whatever I could on your team and report back to them. And for the first year, I did. I went through all of your records on your computers and then some, but what they didn’t count on was that…,” you hesitated for a moment, twirling your thumbs as he waited for you to continue, “...what I didn’t count on was that I would fall in love with you. Yes, you were my mission, but what I feel for you is real. Hell, those assholes who were shooting at us were probably after me,” you finished as you took a breath, feeling his calculating eyes scope you out, trying to tell if what you were saying was real or not.

“Why would they be shooting at you,” came out his gruff question as you turned your head to focus on him.

“Probably found out the information I supplied was falsified. The first year of information was all correct, but once I realized that I did, in fact, love you and was not clouded by hormones, I stopped providing correct information.”

“Why would you be clouded by hormones?”

“I was pregnant,” you whispered, moving to clutch your stomach where the baby died inside of you.

“What?” Rick asked, scooting closer to you, not sure if he heard you correctly.

“I was pregnant with your kid. The CIA found out and terminated the pregnancy,” admitting the horrors of what the agency did to you brought up memories of the procedure. Your eyes filled with tears as you remembered the intense pain that accompanied the loss of your child.

“Shit, baby,” Rick whispered, finally letting his guard down and believing you as he watched the way your eyes glossed over. I know that look all too well, he thought before pulling you into his arms and running his hand through your hair as you broke down. Tears poured down your face as he gently shushed you, slightly rocking his body with yours.

“I’m sorry, Rick. I really am. I really do love you, you have to believe me,” you begged through sobs as he paused for a second, realizing that he didn’t care about your past and your initial mission and that all he cared about in that moment was his wife in his arms.

“It’s alright baby, I understand. We’ll make this work,” he whispered against the top of your head, rubbing circles into your back. After a while, he had moved you and him up against the bed so that you were lying against his chest as his arms wrapped themselves around you.

“Rick,” you called out from his chest. Moving to look down at you, he brushed a strand of wet hair from your face.

“Yeah baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” kissing the top of your head, he rubbed your back again as he listened to your breathing become quiet and unnoticeable. Noting that you had fallen asleep, he took the opportunity to shut his eyes and let his mind carry him into a dull slumber.

Author’s Note: AHHH Hope you enjoy!!!

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holycow99 · 3 years

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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 4

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

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(t/n: ** means translation may not be accurate.)

I: We’re talking about the commemoration of 30,000 subscribers, right? What should we do?

C: Is this a chatting stream?

I: Well, yeah.

C: Let’s play game now.

I: I’m totally okay with it.

C: I feel bad that I pinned this person’s comment. Should I unpin it? This is what’ll happen if you guys aren’t careful with your comments. You’ll be exposed. I’ll forgive this person.

C: Please do streaming of you working on lyrics.

I: I’m totally okay with something like that.

C: Have you ever received hair?

I: I did receive something similar. A deep red colour. Was it a wig or something? This is a true story.

C: Scary!

I: I didn’t think it was scary though. I was like “I see…”. It was unique.

C: Have you received a marriage registration form?

I: No, but I once received a purikura photo from a gal. The letter was cute. She’s seriously a gal, with the round letters and all. She’s super young and the purikara was cute. The content of the letter was hilarious. She’s like “Let’s hang out!”, “It’s fun!” “I read TG! I don’t understand it, but it’s fun!”. She’s totally a gal. It was amazing. How did I get that? That’s a good one, though I didn’t get to hang out with her.

C: Eh, is it okay to send purikura?

I: I’ll just take a look at it if you send one. I won’t do anything about it. Nothing will happen.

C: Impressive move.

I: Right? But I think it’s the culture. I wanna experience this kind of culture as well. I want gals and Exile fans to read my works, not just people who have read TG. I wanna write something that everyone can enjoy.

C: You wanna interact with gals?

I: I wanna try. Normally, you won’t be able to, right? Have I ever talked to a gal before? A real gal. Avu-chan was super gal-like. Avu-chan is a gal. My first encounter with a gal was with Avu-chan from Queen Bee.

*He’s imitating Avu-chan’s way of talking.

I: I see. So there’s a lot of way to enjoy TG.

C: Seems like you’d be a grandpa.

I: Definitely the case if I ever meet a gal.

C: Are you extremely close with her (avu-chan)?

I: I’m the type who approach the other party. Well, I’m sure everyone is like this, but don’t you have different personas? I wasn’t pretending or anything, but I wore a gal persona for the first time when I was with Avu-chan. Avu-chan has a gal-like personality, so I thought I also needed a new persona. By the way, have you played the game Persona? Just like how the main character attained new personas, the gal persona came out aggressively from behind me and possessed me.

I: Akechi is cool, right? (t/n: Akechi is a character from Persona 5.)

C: Please impersonate Avu-chan.

I: Avu-chan’s impersonation? “But then~”. How is it again? “Sui Sensei is~”. But she talks about deep stuffs, even though she’s a gal. Although she’s a gal, she’s someone with a lot of knowledge.

C: can you read gal’s alphabet?

I: I can if I try hard enough.

I: I wanna include a gal character in choujin x.

C: Sensei seems to have high communication skill.

I: I don’t think so. There’s a term called ‘communication monster’. My friend, Takahashi Kunimitsu form Osterreich is a communication monster. He knows how to hype people up, since he doesn’t say offensive things.** He can join in conversations with anyone, anywhere like a clown. Then, he’ll be very tired after that. It’s wearing him out on top of having a high communication skill. That is a communication monster. I can join in a conversation as well, but unless it’s with someone I’m fond with, I won’t. It’s tiring.

C: People who are good at getting along with others do exist.

I: Yes. He’s good at that.

I: Kunimitsu’s seriously amazing. He got along with a granny he just met in a bar. I just listened to their conversation the entire time.

C: Isn’t that considered as a communication disability if you get tired by it?

I: I do think it’s a sign of communication disability**, But again, that’s just another side of it. It’s the same as shy people who can speak well.

C: Was it the one you posted on twitter?

I: Yup. The one at the bar in Nogata. Was it in Nogata? Probably there. But I think band men have great communication skill, since they meet various types of people.

Y****: I don’t like gals.

I: That’s not good. You’re in the theatre club, after all. Someone involves in theatres can’t be bias. It’s okay if you don’t like them, but it’s better to come across them.

C: Is it important to talk and meet with various people?

I: Hm, I wonder. I think it’s important, especially when you’re still shaping your identity. I speak like this because I didn’t manage to meet and get along with people. I was super serious whenever I was invited to a live show, like the time I met Mr. TK. I was super serious every time I met people when I was in my 20s.

C: You did meet Gegegay, right? (t/n: Tokyo Gegegay is a Japanese dance & music group.)

I: I did. I might not be able to converse with him if I didn’t come prepared. They’re super nice though. Mr. Mikey’s punch was strong. I was like “so we’re gonna have this kind of conversation on our first meeting.”. But it was really entertaining. He’s actually being considerate of me. Somehow, I’ve had a conversation with Mr. Mikey and Ms. Reol, just the three of us remotely. Mr. Mikey was really considerate during the conversation to make it very enjoyable. I was amazed by it.

(t/n: Mikey is the leader of Tokyo Gegegay. Reol is a Japanese singer.)

C: Have you ever met Hirose Alice? (t/n: Hirose Alice is an actress. She’s a big fan of TG.)

I: Nope. I think it’s better not to meet her. There’s no chance to meet her.

C: Who’s the person you’re most nervous with when you met them?

I: It’s hard to tell, but I felt nervous every time I met someone for the first time. Then, the feeling gradually disappeared after I got to know them. That’s not good, isn’t it? But, when I met Togashi sensei, it’s more like a dream. It’s an indescribable feeling when I met him. I was like “This kind of feeling exists.” I was nervous when I met Avu-chan as well. But rather than feeling nervous, since she was very nice, I was able to talk a lot. It was fun.

*Someone asked if he had meet Masataka Kubota.

I: I’ve met him.

C: Do you have a mentor?

I: Probably Hara sensei. The word ‘mentor’ is hard to describe. But, he’s somewhat a mentor-like presence to me. I don’t know.

C: Do you like Yonezu Kenshi?

I: That’s needless to say. Everyone likes him.

*Someone asked if he’s met Horikoshi Kohei sensei (BNHA’s author).

I: Nope. We have the same age.

C: He drew the draft while lying down, right? (t/n: OP probably talking about Togashi sensei.)

I: He showed me how he did the draft.

*Someone asked if he’s met Inoue Takehiko sensei (Slam dunk’s author.)

I: Nope. If Hara sensei is considered as my mentor, though I can just call him that, Inoue Takehiko sensei would be my mentor uncle.

C: Was Masataka Kubota good-looking?

I: He’s super good-looking.

*Someone asked if he’s met Kotoyama sensei (Dagashikashi’s author).

I: I’ve never met her.

*Someone asked if he’s met Araki Hirohiko sensei (Jojo’s author).

I: Nope. Wait, I did. It was when I was still an assistant. My senior, Matsubara Toshimitsu sensei, who’s writing a manga called Kurogane no Valhallian in Young jump, was like “Araki Hirohiko is here! Let’s meet him for a bit!”, and I agreed to him. Araki sensei is on another level, as expected. He’s super-duper famous, after all. All the assistants were surrounding him, asking him for pictures. When it was our turn, my smile was so stiff when I took a picture with him. I was too nervous. It was a distorted smile. Then, Mr. Matsubara accidentally stepped on Araki sensei’s foot. He’s like “I’m sorry! I accidentally stepped on your foot!” By the way, I went to the new year’s party in my pajama, which had curry on the sleeve and took a picture with Araki sensei. The clothes were shabby. Since Araki sensei was a nice person, He complimented me saying the it was fashionable. I was so thankful. He complimented my pilled and curry stained clothes. I was happy for that. I went there wearing pajama because I didn’t have any other clothes. The clothes were in a white colour. I went there wearing a parker with dull pants. He was really cool. Very young-looking and a wonderful person.

C: Have you gotten a chance to meet Miura Kentaro sensei (Berserk’s author)?

I: No, I’d never met him. I liked him a lot. I still like him. I can’t continue talking about him. It’s too sad. I can’t express how I feel other than I’m sad. Death. Regarding this, I wish people wouldn’t pray to the dead souls so casually. I don’t like praying to the dead souls nor do I like people doing that as well.

C: Have you met Mengo sensei (Scum’s wish’s author) and Aka sensei (Kaguya sama’s author)?

I: I’ve met Ms. Mengo a long time ago. She’s always present at parties. She’s quite stand out as well. She’s wearing cat ears the first time I met her. It was cute. I think I have met Akasaka sensei. Probably just introduced myself.

C: You’re a mangaka, but have you been surprised by other mangakas’ personalities?

I: Pretty much. Like their images or...Well, aren’t you like that with everyone? Isn’t it normal to be surprised by their images, physiques, and voices? Since you never imagine about those things.

C: I want you to meet Isayama sensei.

I: Isayama sensei’s also the same age as me.

C: I have met Itagaki Keisuke sensei (Baki’s author)!

I: So you’ve met him. I see.

C: Have you met Inagawa Junji (actor & director)?

I: I want to.

*Ishida was about to read a comment but stopped.

I: People will keep asking who I’ve met if I answer this, so I’ll skip it.

*He still answered the question.

I: I’ve never met Ryuuichi (illustrator & character designer). He’s gotten married. He looks happy, so it’s all well. Ever since before, I didn’t think he had to be that self-asserting. He didn’t need to tell who he was. It’s already written in his account. I was like “Don’t worry, everyone knows. Everyone sees it.” Well, he looks happy, above all.

C: I was excited seeing Hara sensei at the Kingdom exhibition.

I: Oh, he was there.

Part 5

#ishida sui #tokyo ghoul #jack jeanne #choujin x #chojin x #ishida sushi channel

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westiec · 4 years

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fic I want to see: five futures Tony/Rhodey/Pepper deserved but never got

Hey there friend! I'm going to take advantage of the @goodintentionswipfest to finally answer this ask by posting what exists of the fic I totally never finished writing you for this prompt before I burned out real hard on writing last year. Hope you get a little bit of fun out of what's here. <3

1 - MIT meet, 100% less drama

Tony meets James-call-me-Rhodey Rhodes at MIT. In other universes, they were on campus at the same time, but the whiz kid playboy tearing up the mech-e department and local bar scene seldom crossed paths with the steady grad student getting a masters in aircraft design courtesy of the Air Force.

In this one, they are inseparable.

Rhodey's got a way of following his train of thought that Tony's never encountered, and his intuitive understanding of flying machines outstrips Tony's own. (Tony is determined to catch up, but Rhodey never makes him feel bad for having to. Entirely unlike Howard, he thinks, and feels disloyal for the thought.) They bounce ideas off each other and make each other sharper, better, and it's a feeling of belonging Tony never expected to find. When they build an AI - a Turing-complete AI!! - Tony jokes about them becoming parents without ever going on a date, and the look of wistful fondness on Rhodey's face is all the encouragement he needs to finally ask him on one.

After graduation, Tony owes years to SI and Rhodey owes years to Uncle Sam, but they keep in close touch, with plans to go into business for themselves one day. Times being what they are, no one asks, and no one tells, but he and Rhodey both know that the much publicized dates with various eligible ladies are for maintaining appearances and nothing that will really come between them.

When Howard and Maria die, Rhodey must cash in every favor he has to get the leave, but he's there for the funeral. Tony is pretty sure his steadfast support is the only reason he could stand to be sober those first couple weeks. Stark men are supposed to be made of iron, but Rhodey's always been the one with a core of steel.

Rhodey never trusts Obie much, and - continued relationship with Tony notwithstanding - Rhodey is an impeccable judge of character. A few years later, an internal audit proves his instincts right when Stane is caught laundering company assets to sell weapons on the black market. Terrified at the thought of his weapons in the wrong hands, Tony quietly begins to diversify SI's business model - clean energy, healthcare, [THIRD THING] - things that can build the world up instead of tear it down.

Eventually Tony is able to hire Rhodey away from the military to be his chief airframe designer and personal test pilot. They move out to California to oversee the autonomous search-and-rescue drones they're developing, and set up in a preposterous mansion overlooking the ocean in Malibu, with their ever growing family of bots and JARVIS to make the huge place feel full.

Despite having no qualms shout their personal AI butler and robotic lab assistants, Rhodey calls him bougie when Tony brings on a driver, Harold-call-me-Happy Hogan, and a personal assistant, one Ms. Virginia Potts. Happy's a solid driver and a cheerful guy, but Ms. Potts is a downright revelation. She's the second person he's met now who has no trouble keeping up with his mile-a-minute mind, and though her competencies lie along a different line than his or Rhodey's, he quickly realizes they are no less remarkable. He also plain likes her in an easy way he so seldom clicks with people. Tony might be a little bit smitten.

After a while he realizes Ms. Potts-call-me-Pepper (and seriously, did Tony miss a memo on alliterative nicknames?) seems smitten too, though not with him. Rhodey's no longer active duty, but old habits of discretion die hard, so she has no way of knowing when she strikes up a flirtation with the airman that he and her boss are more than just business partners. Rhodey's flustered, and Pepper's embarrassed, but Tony's always had a big heart, and he loves nothing quite so much as making the people he cares about happy. He can see the way his honeybear smiles when she's around, and it's obvious how much she lights up with him, and he's a genius, right, but he doesn't need to be to see that they'd work. So he tells them to go for it, as long as Pepper doesn't mind sharing and Rhodey doesn't mind being shared, and they look at him like he's grown a second head because what they want is all of them together.

They totally work.

2 - IM1, BUT HAPPIER?

They meet when Lt. Rhodes is assigned the Air Force liason to Stark Industries. Warned in advance, Rhodey was expecting brash, crass, and totally out of control, but what he found in Stark, Jr. was someone with a passion for machines and an excitement for invention unlike anyone he's ever met. When they realize they'd been on campus at the same time, Tony (“please, Mr. Stark was my father”) declares them the Brass Rat Pack, which makes him roll his eyes, but doesn't make a Sammy Davis, Jr. joke, which bumps him up a couple more points in Rhodey's estimation.

3 - IM2 BUT WITH SOME DAMN COMMUNICATION

Rhodey was always going to get a suit. Tony's best friend, the best pilot he knows, AND one of the few people in military he actually still trusts? Of course. He offered Pepper one too, but he seemed to expect her to turn him down, because then he offered her the position of CEO. Insisted, really.

So Pepper becomes the head of Stark Industries while Tony and Rhodey become Iron Man and War Machine. The military brass doesn't love having one of those suits and all of their secrets in the hands and head, respectively, of such an unpredictable element, but knowing that Colonel Rhodes is liasing most of his activities goes a long way toward quieting the grumbles. The men's joint testimony on just how far off any imitators, foreign or domestic, are from duplicating the technology convinces Congress that Team Iron Man's op-sec, while unorthodox, is effective.

Rhodey takes some well deserved R&R and joins Tony and Pepper in Monaco. It's new still, this thing between them all, but it's good.

4 - POST-IM2

AVENGERS FAM DAMMIT

Aliens invade New York, and Rhodey is so glad he stole that damn suit.

5 - POST-IM3

IN WHICH WE AVOID CIVIL WAR

RESCUE HAPPENS

Rogers and Romanoff bring down SHIELD, and Pepper is horrified to realize how close she came to being murdered by the state. After Killian, after Extremis, she knows she could be considered a threat, but seeing her name, and Tony's, and Rhodey's, on the kill list in the data dump is chilling.

+1 - After Everyone Lives

"Meguna Petunia Stark-Potts-Rhodes, out of the lab and inside for dinner!"

Morgan laughed. "Not my name, Dad - and anyway, wouldn't it be Potts-Rhodes-Stark, alphabetically?"

"You know, you'd think that, but your pops actually called dibs on the anchor leg years ago…"

"A relay's got four legs, Dad."

"What did I ever do to deserve a jock for a daughter? Tell you what, find us a Q who doesn't run screaming, and we'll consider it."

"What are we considering, Tony?"

"Morgan thinks our polycule needs to be a quadrilateral, apparently, and I'm blaming the track team. I've told her we're only considering candidates with Q last names; we're so close to a straight."

"Tony, you've never been close to straight in your life."

Mom gestures at the two bickering and pleads, "Just not another guy, please, darling, I'm outnumbered already."

"I dunno, you usually like tha-"

"Tony!" Mom and Pops shoot him identical stern looks.

Family. She wouldn't want it any other way.

If anyone made it this far, thanks for reading! @allofthefeelings I'm sorry the full fic never made its way out of my brain, but thank you for the prompt anyway! And thanks again to the Good Intentions WIP Fest!

#good intentions wipfest #bring out your dead #tony/rhodey/pepper #tony stark #james rhodes #pepper potts #westie writes

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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Not One Of You Anymore: Part 26

Request: Yes / No

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

John Murphy x Griffin!Fem!Reader

Word count: 3581

Warnings: People getting shot and I think that’s really it.

Y/N: Your Name

Summary: You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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Bellamy’s POV

I made my way back to where they were bleeding people. I saw the girl in the cage still and took out the keys I stole. I unlocked her cage and she looked at me shocked.

“Get up. It’s time to go. I told you I’d come back for you.” I said and helped her out.

“Come on out. Our people are marching on Mount Weather right now.” I said and went to unlock the next cage. I went to help them out, but they pulled back.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re getting you out.” I said.

“Slow down.” The girl said pushing me away.

“They just bled him.” She added.

“Listen to me. There’s an army inside this room. And I need you to help me get them ready to fight. Can you do that?” I asked and she nodded.

“Good. Start with him.” I said and we got to work. Everyone started shouting and bangging against the cages.

“Too much noise.” I said.

“Taim Yu gaf in bilaik free, shof op!” (If you want to be free, be quiet!) The girl shouted at them. They all quieted down instantly.

“Okay, How do we do this?” She asked.

“There’s an army outside going for the main door. When they get it open, all hell will break loose. That is the signal for my friends to come here, and then-” I was cut off by the PA speaker coming on.

“My fellow citizens, this is your president speaking. I have news to share with you that will change all our lives forever. For 97 years, Mount Weather has been our home. It’s kept us alive, but it has also held us captive. Most of us have made peace with what we’ve had to do to survive. We’ve done these things for one reason. So that our people could someday return to the ground. That day is today.” Cage said.

“He’s going public.” I said in shock.

“Before my friend, Lorelei Tsing was murdered by the Outsiders still at large in this mountain, she found a cure. It was in their bone marrow.” He said.

“Here. I’ll be back.” I said handing the girl the keys.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“He’s trying to get his people to turn on each other. They’ll find my friends. I have to bring them here now. I’ll send them in groups. You get your people ready to go, but you wait for me to come back, you understand?” I asked and she nodded.

“Wait.” She stopped me again.

“Thank you.” She said.

“You free your people. Protect mine when they get here. We can thank each other when we’re all outside.” I said and went back into the vent.

Cage’s POV

“This had been the dream of our people since the bombs. But to reach it now, I need your help. The 44 criminals that irradiated Level Five, killing 15 of our people, are now keeping us from that dream. Although we’ve repaired our home, we can never replace the lives that were so viciously taken from us. Yet as hard as it is to believe, there are those among us who would help the people who did this. And I am speaking to you now. If you truly want to end the blood treatments once and for all, then the 44 murderers you’re now hiding are the key to doing that. You have one hour to turn them in without punishment. After that, we’ll be forced to consider you enemies of the state. I’m asking you please, do what’s right for your people, our people. So that we can all take our rightful place on the ground. We’re almost home.” I said and looked at the screen showing the outside world.

“What are they doing?” I asked, taking out the earpiece.

“Preparing to attack. They’re too close for missiles, sir. And without the Veil, there is nothing we can do from the inside. All ground units are ready to engage on your command.” Emerson said and I shook my head.

“Not yet.” I said.

“Sir, the longer we wait-”

“They came looking for a fight, Emerson. Doesn’t mean we need to give them one. As long as we’re behind the doors, they can’t touch us.” I said.

“And what about the intruder? And Y/N?” I asked looking at him.

“Both are still at large, sir. We’re doing everything we ca-” I grabbed some papers and tossed them at him.

“Forty-five! Go door to door. Fine them.” I said cutting him off.

Y/N’s POV

We just heard Cage’s speech. This was it. This was the final straw. Either we were going to be found, or we were going to fight. Either way this was it. I was still weak from whatever drug they put in me. But I was starting to feel a little better. We didn’t have time to get it out of me, so I was stuck in this state. We heard people knocking on doors and it was only a matter of time before they knocked on this door. The couple quickly pushed us into the wall behind a painting. Jasper kept a hold on me since I was still weak. Monty was split up on us so it was just us three.

“Yes?” The man hiding us asked, opening the door.

“Step aside, please.” guard said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He asked playing dumb, but let them in. We watched as they started looking around.

“We’ll just be a moment.” The guard said.

“If you tell us what you’re looking for, maybe we can help you.” The woman hiding us said.

“You know what you’re looking for.” The guard said.

“Honestly, we don’t know.” The man said.

“According to your neighbors, you’ve been bringing extra food home after meals.” The guard said.

“That’s not true.” The man said.

“Is it true that you’ve refused treatment 12 time in the past 15 years?” He asked the man.

“Or that you’ve refused them 30 time? Do you deny that?” He asked the woman.

“We take the blood when we need it. We don’t take extra food.” She answered.

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about.” The guard said. He looked at the table and pulled out his gun.

“Where are they?” He asked and shoved the man.

“Just hold it.” The man said. The guard shoved him to sit next to the woman and held his gun at them.

“You have five seconds to cooperate.” He said.

“Jasper…” I whispered.

“Quiet Y/N.” He whispered back.

“One… two… three…” He started counting.

“Please, don’t do this.” The man begged.

“Four…” He said and pointed his gun at the woman.

“Five!” He said.

“Wait! Wiat, wait!” Jasper said. Him and Maya took off the painting that was hiding us. The guard pointed the gun at us.

“Please, don’t shoot. Please.” Jasper begged.

“We’re here, Okay? Just leave them alone.” He said.

“I’m so sorry.” The man said to us.

“This is Tilling. Just found three more. And sir, we found her.” The guard said and looked at me. I felt my body start to shake with fear, Lexa would surely be displeased with me right now… Jasper held me close to him, but the other guard grabbed his hands and cuffed him.

“We’re bringing them in now.” Tilling said. I felt myself start to fall, I was still too weak to hold myself up. Maya quickly caught me and Tilling shot the couple in the head. Tilling came up and took me from Maya as the other guard cuffed her.

Clarke’s POV

I was in Lexa’s tent with her. We were getting ready to attack Mount Weather and get our people back. She had invited my people to her tent and they walked in.

“Welcome, Sky crew.” She said. I saw John Murphy walking in with them…

“Join us.” She said and motioned in front of her. Mr. Miller came up to me and showed me something.

“Package from Raven. Hydrazine. She said it would do the job.” He said.

“Good.” I said with a nod.

“And, uh… your Mother wanted to be here too.” He added.

“I know. But the wounded in Tondc need her more.” I said and he walked back to the others.

“Field commanders, today’s the day we get our people back. The enemy thinks it’s safe behind its doors, but it’s not. When it realized that, it will fight back. Hard. We need to be ready.” Lexa said.

“This is a rescue mission. We are not here to wipe them out. There are people inside that mountain that have helped us. Children who have nothing to do with this war. We kill their soldiers. Their leadership if we have to. But we are there to rescue our people. Is that clear?” I asked and everyone nodded.

“Then let’s begin. There are four teams. Two of them are at the dam and in the mine are moving into position already. The third, inside the mountain is freeing the grounder prisoners as we speak. It is our job as the fourth team to keep the eyes of the enemy off of them for as long as possible. To do that, we have to be in position here at the main door with our entire army. The Mountain Men believe the door can’t be opened from the outside, so they leave it unguarded. Only it can be. And thanks to our source on the inside, now we know how. According to Maya, the electromagnetic locking system has one flaw. When the power goes out, it disengages. And that’s where Raven’s team comes in. The mountain's electricity is generated at Philpott Dam. By now, they’ve taken the turbine room. It’s their job to blow the power. Once they do, we blow the lock. There is a catch. A backup generator inside the mountain. If the lock is still functioning when that back up power kicks in, we’ll never get that door open. We’ll never get our people back.” I said.

“How much time do we have until the backup power kicks in?” Someone asked.

“One minute. That’s the window.” I answered.

“Small window…” Murphy said.

“Why don’t we just take out the backup generator too? Bellamy’s inside. Have him do it.” Someone asked.

“Leaving them without power that long would kill them all. And as I said, that’s not the mission.” I said.

“Would make this a lot easier…” Murphy said under his breath.

“Besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.” I said ignoring him.

“What? We did? When?” Monroe asked.

“After he took out the acid fog.” I answered.

“Bellamy’s a warrior. He’ll be fine. Once he finds Y/N, he’ll be even better.” Lexa said and I looked at her. She gave me a nod to keep going.

“As the commander said, once the door is open, the shooting will start. And they’ll throw everything they have at us. But that’s what we want. We want them looking at us because while we’re fighting at the front door, Indra’s team will be escorting the prisoners out the back, right through the Reaper tunnels. Once all our people are free they’ll sound the retreat. We’ll be back home before Mount Weather even knows they’re gone. And that’s it. That’s the plan.” I said and Lexa stepped forward.

“The mountain has cast a shadow over these woods for too long. They’ve hunted us, controlled us, turned us into monsters. That ends today. Thanks to our alliance with the Sky People, the mountain will fall. As Clarke said, we spare the innocent. As for the guilty, Jus drien jus daun.” (Blood must have blood.) She said and her people started chanting. I looked around at them and decided to join in.

Y/N’s POV

The guard led everyone in chains, except for me. I still couldn’t walk on my own so the guard carried me. We were walking down a hallway and Maya’s Father was there at the end.

“Out of the way, Vincent.” Tilling said stopping.

“That’s my daughter.” He said.

“Dad, don’t.” Maya begged.

“Quiet. She’s been aiding and abetting the Outsiders. You need to get out of the way.” Tilling said.

“I won’t let you take her, Paul.” Vincent said.

“Listen carefully. We’ve got orders. She knows where they’re hiding. Now step aside. I’m not gonna ask you again.” Tilling said.

“If you want her, you gotta go through me.” Vincent said.

“Dad, please. They’ll kill you.” Maya begged. Tilling Turned around and handed me to Miller who put me down and I leaned against him. He then pulled out his gun, but held it towards the floor.

“Don’t make me do this, Vincent.” He said.

“I’m sorry, Paul.” Vincent said. Tilling held his gun up at him and Maya started crying. Suddenly he was shot in the head and fell to the floor. The other guard rushed to the front, but Miller choked him with the chains. Bellamy came out of the vents and Maya pulled me off to the side with Fox. Jasper grabbed the other guards keys and Miller smacked his head into the wall.

“Hey, good job. Thank you.” Bellamy said to Vincent.

“Miller, you okay?” He asked.

“Better than you.” Miller answered.

“Get everyone to the Harvest Chamber. You’ll be safer there.”

“Safer in the Harvest Chamber?” Jasper asked.

“Just trust me.” He said.

“Are the others there?” Jasper asked.

“Not yet.” He answered.

“Monty?” Jasper asked.

“Monty’s with the other group on Level Three. Don’t worry, we moved them after the last sweep. You should go there next.” Vincent said to Bellamy.

“Go. Vincent will take you. I won’t be long.” Bellamy said.

“Hey.” Jasper said, making him stop. He picked up the guard’s gun.

“I’m coming with you.” He added.

“Jasper.” Bellamy said.

“I promised I’d protect them, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He said and Bellamy nodded.

“Let’s go.” He said and they left.

“Can you walk?” Vincent asked me.

“I can try.” I said.

“We don’t have time for that.” Miller said and picked me up. We started leaving, but Maya didn’t move.

“Maya.” Vincent said and motioned her to follow. Vincent said something to her and they hugged. We went our separate ways again.

Clarke’s POV

Once the meeting was over we went to the door. My people had brought a drill with them. We had Monroe operating it and we all stood watching. She stopped after a little while and pulled the drill out.

“That should do it. Bombs away. Mr. Miller walked up as they moved the drill.

“Be careful.” I said and Lincoln walked up next to him.

“Archers! Watch the trees!” Lexa ordered. I watched as Lincoln talk to him and then he placed the bomb.

It was night now and the dams still weren’t blown. Something was wrong. I was slightly pacing around just staring at the door.

“It’s taking too long.” I said shaking my head.

“It takes as long as it takes.” Lexa said and she was right.

“What will you do when it’s over?” She asked.

“I have no idea.” I answered.

“Well, what do you want?” She asked.

“Nothing. My people back.” I answered and looked at her then back at the door.

“I can’t think past today.” I added.

“You should come with me to the capital.” She said and I looked at her.

“All this will change the way you think about us.” She added.

“You already have.” She said and we heard gunfire.

“It’s coming from the dam.” Lincoln said coming up to us.

“They know we’re going for the power.” I said.

“They know we’re going for the door.” Lexa said. Lincoln said something to the Grounders and walked off.

“Raven will get it done. She’s one of us.” Monroe said.

“As soon as those lights go off, you push that button.” Mr. Miller said.

“We’ll do the rest.” Lincoln added. I looked down at the remote in my hand. The lights went off and I smiled.

“She did it.” I said.

“One minute starting now.” Mr. Miller said. I looked at the remote then at Lexa.

“For those we’ve lost.” I said.

“And those we’ll soon find.” She said and we pushed the button together, but nothing happened.

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t it working?” Lexa asked.

“They’re jamming us. I have to get closer.” I said and moved closer. Guns started shooting. Lincoln grabbed me and pulled me back behind the rock. Everyone got down and Mr. Miller looked at me.

“Forty-five seconds!” He shouted.

“Swapgn gyna! gyon au!” (Flank the shooters! Go!) Lexa ordered and they started running behind, some getting shot in the process.

“If I can get there, I can trigger it manually.” Mr. Miller said.

“No, you can’t get there.” I said.

“For Nate, I have to try.” He said.

“Nauow moare! nau! Hon daun em gon dou!” (Shield wall! Now! Take him to the door!) Lexa ordered and people got up with shields.

“Go. Go with them.” She said and Mr. Miller got up and went behind them.

“Thirty seconds!” I called. They got close to the door, but all ended up falling.

“We’ll find another way in.” Lexa said.

“There is no other way in. You know that!” I said.

“We don’t need one.” Lincoln said holding a bow and arrow. He lit the tip of the arrow on fire and I looked down at the timer.

“Ten seconds.” I said and he took aim.

“Five seconds!” I said.

“Four, three, two…” I said and he shot. The door exploded and I everyone cheered.

“It worked!” I said.

“We need to get to that ridge and take out the shooters.” Lexa said. Lincoln got up, but Lexa stopped him.

“No! You stay with Clarke. When the shooting stops, you get that door open.” She said and we nodded.

“Gyon au.” (Go!) She said and left with some of her people.

After a bit the shooting stopped. But who knows if it was because they were dead or because they were saving ammo. Lincoln got up and started walking out from behind the rock.

“Lincoln.” I whispered, but he didn’t stop.

“Lexa did it.” He said and I got up as well.

“Clarke, look.” Monroe said Mr. Miller was groaning from under the metal sheet that was on top of him.

“Make sure he’s okay.” I ordered and Monroe went to help him.

“They’ll be waiting just inside the door.” I said to Lincoln.

“Good.” He said.

“Mafta op Ai!” (Follow me) He shouted and everyone started following him.

“Tu lines!” (Two lines!) He ordered.

“Ahu agul gon blukly!” (Get ready to pull!) He shouted and they set up ropes on the door.

“Train your fire on the door!” I ordered.

“Pull! Pull!” They all shouted and they started pulling. The door opened and everyone cheered.

“Attack! Now!” I shouted.

“Chil yo daun!” (Stand down!) Lexa shouted walking up to us, Emerson was with her.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Hey, look! They’re coming out!” Someone shouted and I looked towards the door. Grounders were walking out and I looked back at Lexa.

“They’re surrendering?” I asked.

“Not quite.” Emerson answered.

“What did you do?” I asked her.

“What you would have done. Saved my people.” She answered.

“Except for Y/N.” Emerson said with a smirk.

“Where are my people?” I growled.

“I’m sorry, Clarke. They weren’t part of the deal.” She said and cut Emerson free.

“You made the right choice, Commander.” He said and walked back inside.

“What is this?” Lincoln asked coming up to us.

“Your Commander’s made a deal.” I answered.

“What about prisoners from The Ark?” He asked.

“They’ll all be killed.” I answered with tears in my eyes.

“But you don’t care about that, do you?” I asked her.

“I do care, Clarke. But I made the choice with my head and not my heart. The duty to protect my people comes first.” She answered.

“Please, don’t do this. What about Y/N? He said she wasn’t with them.” I asked.

“Y/N isn’t here?” Murphy asked, coming over.

“She’s in the mountain, yes. She wasn’t part of the deal. It seems their leader has taken a liking to her and she stays with them.” She answered.

“What the hell do you mean she stays with them? She’s your right hand! She should be the most important part of the deal!” Murphy growled.

“She’ll understand. It’s what’s best for our people.” Lexa said.

“Commander, not like this. Let us fight.” Lincoln said.

“No, the deal is done.” She said and the door closed.

“Teik rowenes laud.” (Sound the retreat.) She ordered and someone blew the horn. All the Grounders started leaving.

“You too. All our people withdraw. Those were the terms.” She said to Lincoln.

“They’ll be slaughtered. Let me help them.” Lincoln begged.

“Hon daun em.” (Take him.) She said and they tried to grab him, but he fought. Eventually they took him and I looked back at Lexa.

“May we meet again.” She said and left.

“Clarke, let’s go. We’ll come back with reinforcements.” Mr. Miller said.

“Clarke? Clarke, come on.” Monroe said and I turned around.

“It’s over. I’m sorry.” She said and they walked off.

“It can’t be over.” I said looking at the door.

“For once, I agree with you Princess.” Murphy said standing next to me.

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RobStar Week 2020- Rescue

How is everyone doing?! Welcome back to RobStar Week 2020 day 5!!!! Are we ready for today’s post?! I know I am!

As always, my stories are connect for this RobStar week. I do encourage you to go read the last 4 days works before reading this one.

Here is my link to my FF.net if you’d like to read the collection here:

(https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13635654/1/RobStar-Week-2020-All-Works)

Warning, I made a really bad pun in here. and for my comic book Batfam readers, there’s an easter egg in here for you. Let me know if you find it!

Happy Reading!

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The party was in full swing by the time Kori and Dick made their way down the main stairs of Wayne Manor. Bruce was throwing one of his annual galas to raise money for the GCPD. But Dick was unaware that this would be happening while he and Kori were visiting before their wedding.

Over the past year there had been arrangements made for Robin and Starfire to get married. But due to being heroes, and everyone scattered around the world, they thought it’d be best to have the ceremony in Gotham.

Starfire and Robin thought it’d be best to go to Gotham to get everything settled for the ceremony. A simple task to make sure everything they wanted was perfect.

Quick and easy, right?

Wrong.

Really wrong.

Ever since news spread that Bruce Wayne’s son was engaged, the media had been in a frenzy. Naturally, Bruce took this as an opportunity to make it known the couple would be attending his annual gala.

This was not ideal for both Kori and Dick.

The moment the two stepped down into the ballroom of Wayne Manor, the entire room erupted in applause and congratulations. Kori buried her face in Dick’s neck trying to hide from the constant flashes from the media. His arm came up to comfort her, resting on her bare back.

The dress she wore was definitely one of his favorites. A dark blue halter dress with a low back; it was an inside joke as to why she chose that color. Unknown to the world, after Dick and Kori get back from their honeymoon, Dick was going to step down as Robin and hand the mantel over to his little brother Jason. He’d been working hard and Dick knew his time as Robin was coming to an end.

“Dick, Kori, over here.” Bruce waved them over and passed each of them a glass of champagne.

Brice tapped the side of his glass gathering the attention of everyone in the room, “Excuse me, I’d like to make a toast. To my son Dick, and my future daughter-in-law Kori on their engagement. I think I speak for everyone here and wish you two a happy marriage. To Dick and Kori!”

The room cheered for the couple before they all continued their conversations.

Dick and Kori did their best to keep away from other people and stick together. As long as they stayed together, they wouldn’t have any issues. Dick was mostly concerned with Kori getting lost with all these people.

He knew these types, upper class snobs who think they’re better than everyone. Most of the time they show up to these charity events to get a tax break. Or get into the Gotham Gazette as the ‘Best Dressed’ of the week.

After an hour of roaming the party, Dick tried his best to keep up the good son charade but it was weighing on his nerves. He kissed Kori on the cheek and quietly whispered to her, “Hey, wannah get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

They said their goodbyes to the couple they were talking to and did their best to make their way back to the library. But before they got too far Kori was pulled away by a group of young women Dick recognized as his former classmates from Gotham Academy, and Dick was pulled away by Wally West.

“My my, you’re a hard man to find, Grayson.” The two men hugged each other.

“Wally, how you’ve been?” They walked over to the bar, each asking the bartender for a beer.

Wally leaned against the bar, taking a large swing of his beer, “Could be better, Jinx and I split up again. I think this time for good.”

Dick patted his friend on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, man. Maybe it’s for the best.” Dick takes a drink from his beer and settles it back down on the bar. “Kori told me that Artemis talks about you a lot.”

Wally seemed to brighten a bit at the news, “Really, and is Ms. Crock in attendance tonight?”

Dick let out a hearty laugh, “I don’t think so, I heard she was helping out at the Hall Of Justice today since Bruce was throwing this gala.”

Wally hummed before chugging his beer, belched, which caught the attention of an older blonde woman from across the room, and tipped an invisible hat to Dick.

“Til next time, Grayson. I got a lady to woo.” And then Wally was gone in a flash.

Dick took one final sip of his beer and glanced around the ballroom trying to see where Kori had gone off to.

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Kori wasn’t sure how she ended up with this group of girls, but she wished someone would come and rescue her.

“So, you’re the lucky woman who tied down Grayson.” The tall brunet woman said.

“Is it true you’ll inherit the Wayne fortune with this marriage, no prenup?” said the short red headed woman.

“I heard he’s amazing in bed.” Was the comment from the blonde leaning against the wall.

Kori’s eyes widened at the questions being pelted at her, she tried her best to stay at Dick’s side, but somehow they ended up separated a few moments ago.

“Well, umm…” Kori didn’t know what to say. To be completely honest she didn’t even understand half the things these women were saying to her.

X’hal, where did Richard go…

The women started laughing, “Oh you poor dear, out of your element are we?”

The redhead turned to the blonde and snickered, “Look at her, I doubt she is from wealth herself.”

“A mere peasant if anything.” The Brunette turned back to Kori to glare at her, “So which is it, were you some random tramp he found or are you pregnant with his bastard child?”

Kori’s jaw dropped and was close to slapping the smirk off the woman’s face before an arm settled around her shoulders, unfamiliar to her.

The face of the three snobbish women gaped at the man that was standing next to Kori.

“Ladies,” Bruce said casually. “I couldn’t but overhear that you were speaking poorly to my daughter. Now what were you saying about her being a tramp?”

Kori knew that tone, it was his ‘I’m Batman’ voice.

“Well umm…”

“Mr. Wayne, we can explain.”

“Aren’t you so handsome up close.”

Bruce hummed and snapped his fingers at two guards walking through the crowd of people.

“Ah, gentlemen. Please remove these women from the manor and make sure they never come back. Enjoy the rest of your evening ladies.”

And with that, Bruce escorted Kori away from the group of women who were crying out their apologies to the bachelor. He walked Kori down a hidden hallway away from the party and pushed on a false wall before they both walked inside.

Bruce let Kori go and pushed the button in the hidden elevator, bringing them down to the Batcave. Kori awed in surprise, not realizing the Batcave was located underneath Wayne Manor. After stepping off the elevator, she slowly walked around looking at all the different weapons on the walls, the various vehicles that were stationed near a long dark opening, and the ops area that held a single chair and a round table behind it.

“How glorious, Richard did not mentioned the cave of bat was beneath your home.” Bruce could see the awe across the young woman’s face and gestured for her to take a seat at the ops table.

The Bruce that helped her out of her predicament was gone, replaced with the man she knew from Richard’s stories.

“I’m not surprised…Dick did leave here in a hurry.”

Kori looked up to Bruce, seeing that carful façade slipping for a moment. She got up from the chair and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“From what he has told me, it was not the easy decision for him.”

Bruce smiled slightly and draped a blanket over Kori’s shoulder before ushering her back to the chair.

“I’ll locate Dick for you.”

Kori nodded and swiveled back to face the array of computer screens taking up the largest portion of the cave wall.

“And Kori,” She turned to face him. “I’m glad he has you.”

He turns to step back into the elevator, letting it shut behind him.

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No longer than ten minutes passed before Dick rushed out of the elevator and made his way to Kori.

“Kor! I tried looking everywhere for you. What happened? Bruce only told me a little bit of what the women said.”

Kori got up from the chair and took Dick’s suit jacket from him, draping it on the back of the chair before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Slowly, they pulled apart. Kori rubbed her nose against his and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before stepping back.

“It does not matter. Bruce did the rescuing of me from those…” Kori scowls. “…unpleasant women, they do the reminding of Kitten.”

Dick groans, “I remember those girls from the academy. They’re really just a bunch of leached trying to find their way into the upper class.”

Kori nodded, knowing the type.

“I am the grateful Bruce was there, I was close to hitting the blonde one.”

Dick laughs before pulling Kori close again, resting his forehead on her’s as they slowly sway together.

“That, I would have loved to see. These galas were always so boring as a kid.”

Kori giggles and presses a soft kiss to his lips. They stayed like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company away from the world above them.

“Richard?” Kori looked past Dick’s shoulder to the corner of the cave.

“Yeah, Kor?” Dick wrapped his arms tighter around her and started to trail his lips down her neck.

“Why does the cave of bats have a dinosaur?”

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch 60:To The Stars And Back

Intro The Time Heist worked, but at a cost. Natasha gave her life for the Soul Stone. Following a promise to make her sacrifice worth something, the Avengers continued their plan and succeeded in reversing the Snap. But along with everyone else, the biggest threat the Avengers have ever faced re-appeared.

Thanos.

Now Steve and Katie, along with the rest of their team are locked in a fearsome battle, between light and dark, life and death. Simply put, it’s a battle which they cannot afford to lose because they’re in the Endgame now…

Warnings:

“Language!”

Major angst- get the tissues ready.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist

So we’re almost at the end! I reckon 2 more and an epilogue and we’re done…well, I say done, onto one-shot territory as I’m not ready to leave the Roger-Stark-Barnes-Wilson family behind, just yet…

This one is quite heavy on the flashbacks- but I wanted to give everyone an little flash of the dynamic between Katie/Steve and Katie/Tony before she started dating Steve, which is something I’m toying with doing as a Prequel of sorts too from Iron Man through the Avengers…I’ll see how that one works out. We go right back to Iron Man 3 territory in this one. Hope you enjoy, please re-blog, comment etc. I live for your thoughts!!

“Happy?” Katie frowned momentarily as the man strode into her kitchen, followed by Steve. “Wasn’t expecting to see you today, not that you’re not welcome, of course you are…” she hastily added.

“It’s ok Kiddo, I know what you meant.” he said, chuckling softly “The kids not here?” “Jamie’s gone to the park with Bucky and Sam, and Emmy’s taken Lucky for a walk.” she answered. “Why, do we need them?”

“No, I was just gonna say hi but I’ll see them tomorrow I suppose.” he said, smiling sadly at the thought of the funeral. “But, anyway, I came to deliver this. It turns out even… even when he’s gone your brother has me running errands.”

Katie smiled softly as he held up the box in front of her.

“He left 3. One for you and Steve, one for Pepper and Morgan, and one for his Funeral….so…”

“His Funeral?” Steve frowned, as Katie opened a drawer and retrieved a knife before she walked over to the table. She had a feeling she knew what was in there, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she carefully slip the tape on the cardboard box and took a breath as she realised she was right. Inside was an Iron Man helmet, one of his many spares from his suits over the years.

“He’s erm…” she said, taking a breath as she instantly recognised which suit this had come from “He’ll have left a message or something, like he did all those years ago from Tennessee.”

Happy nodded “He did…the boxes arrived at the house today. Along with instructions that if he had, you know, then they were to be distributed accordingly.”

“Thanks…” Katie said, setting the helmet on the table and glancing into the box. There was another, smaller box inside, to which an envelope was attached. She smiled as she read her brother’s handwriting on the front. It simply said “Spangles”

“Thanks but I should be getting back.” Happy said, declining Steve’s offer of lunch as Katie turned her attention back to them. “Stuff to do before tomorrow.”

Katie gave him a small smile, placing the smaller box on the side. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me neither.” he said gently, dropping a hand to her shoulder “But we’ll get through it. We always do, huh?”

“I’ll see you out.” Steve said, as Happy gave Katie a hug before he nodded and the two men left the room.

Katie looked at the helmet which now sat on the table, and she took a deep breath before she picked it up and looked straight into the eye sockets. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, resting her forehead against the cool metal she held in her hands. It was from the mark 42 autonomous prehensile propulsion suit, the same one he had been wearing when Killian bombed their house back in December 2012, the one he had flown to Tennessee.

And then she was in another flashback, so vivid it was almost like she could hear, touch, feel her brother once more…

“This is fucking bullshit Steve!” Katie raged at him, as she stormed down the corridor “We are the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistic Division…If this guy isn’t a terrorist threat to our homeland, then I don’t know what is.”

“Hey, look, Sweetheart, I agree with you.” Steve tried to reason “But you heard Fury. We deal with the bigger threats…maybe he has a point, SHIELD can't go chasing off every lead on the Mandarin."

“I might have believed that if he hadn’t sent us in, no questions asked to save a diplomat and his family just over 8 weeks ago.” Katie shot back, “During which, I got my fucking nose broken. But yet here we were, refusing to do anything about a terrorist that is hell bent on taking as many innocent lives as possible.”

“How is Happy?” Steve asked gently as she hit the button for the elevator.

“Critical but stable, whatever that means.” Katie said, her tone slightly more gentle. “But that’s not why I’m pissed.” “I never said it was…”

“I just…” she turned to look at him as he selected the Man Ops floor “Isn’t this what SHIELD or the Avengers is about, taking down threats that…”

“If you ask me the Pentagon is scared.” Steve said, cutting her off. “And the reason the World Security Council voted that this isn’t SHELD or Avenger business is because that would show the world America can’t cope without us.”

“So instead they do nothing.” Katie shook her head.

“Well, not quite nothing…” Steve said, as he looked at her, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah, I forgot…Rhodey got a new suit a few weeks ago…” she coughed and put on a fake, deep announcing voice “I give to you the saviour of America, Iron Patriot...all they did was take his suit but paint it red, white and blue…” “If it’s any consolation, the world’s press also thinks that it’s ridiculous.” Steve said as the elevator door opened.

“I know, I saw. Joan Rivers’ ripped it apart on The Fashion Police.”

“I have no idea who or what that is.” he said, shaking his head as they walked down the corridor to the main STRIKE Operations Office where the team were working on some intelligence Widow had sent them about a potential weapons trader operating with Chitauri Weapons.

“Erm… Nova…” Evans said, looking up as Steve held the door open for her. He gestured to the screen which was displaying the news on the wall “You might wanna see his…”

Steve and Katie both glanced at the TV, which showed a gaggle of news reporters gathered outside the hospital Katie knew Happy to be in. But in the middle of them was my brother, with a lot less poise than normal.

“Is this live?” she looked at Evans. He nodded.

“Can you turn that up?” Steve asked, his hands falling to his belt and Rumlow obliged.

"Hey, Mr. Stark, when is somebody gonna kill this guy?" some douchebag recording with a cell phone asked and Katie let out a groan as her brother, on most likely, a dozen different television networks, rounded on Douchey Cell-Phone Guy who shrugged. "Just sayin'."

"Is that what you want?" Tony demanded, pulling off his sunglasses and fixing the cameras with a look to freeze hell over. "Here's a little holiday greeting I've been wanting to send to the Mandarin, I just didn't know how to phrase it till now. My name's Tony Stark and I'm not afraid of you. I know you're a coward. So, I've decided that you just died, pal. I'm gonna come get the body. There's no politics here, just good old-fashioned revenge. No Pentagon, it's just you and me….” Katie dragged her hands down her face, shaking her head and groaning again. But the threat alone wasn’t enough for Tony, he carried on.

“And on the off-chance you're a man, here's my home address. 10880 Malibu Point, 90265. I'll leave the door unlocked.” He looked at Douchey Cell-Phone guy “That's what you wanted, right?"

Then he grabbed the cellphone, and threw it against a column, smashing it to bits. "Bill me." before he ducked into his Audi and drove off.

“Did my brother just give the Mandarin our address?” Katie swallowed her eyes still on the TV.

“Err yeah.” Evans said.

“Dickhead…” she seethed.

“Hey, look, he’s clearly a little emotionally compromised right now," Steve replied in an attempt to calm her down.

“Yeah, Cap’s right…” Rumlow offered. “He was being hounded by a bunch of idiots with cameras demanding answers he didn't have…”

“I have to go.” She said, turning and heading out of the door.

“Katie wait…” Steve hurried after her. “You can’t, I mean it’s not safe…” “I have to.” she said, looking at him. “If I don’t he’s gonna do something really stupid and I can’t watch him do that, not again Steve. It’s like he’s pushed that self-destruct button and we’re back where we were after Afghanistan and…” “Come here…” he said, as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, his hands gently settling on her back. She sighed and pressed her face into the rough materiel of his stealth suit, her arms sliding round his waist as she took a deep breath and letting his embrace calm her down, just as it always did. “Want me to come with you?”

“I would love the back-up but…” she sighed as she stepped back and looked up at him. “Trust me, it will make Tony even worse if he thinks we’re ganging up on him, plus it’ll get you in a load of shit with Fury so...”

“Fuck Fury.” he said, and Katie snorted. “You’re by best friend Doll, if you want me to I’ll come.”

“Course I want you to but, honestly, it’s more trouble than it’s worth. It’s best if I go alone.” Steve breathed heavily out of his nostrils. He wasn’t happy about this, but he couldn’t stop her. “Alright, but you promise me…” he took both her hands in his “if you need me, you call.”

“I promise.” she said, squeezing her fingers round his before she turned and ran off.

5 hours the StarkJet landed at the airfield just to the rear of LAX and she was transferred to a helicopter, which cruised down the familiar Malibu coastline. Katie loved DC, she loved New York, but there was something nostalgic about coming back to her childhood home.

“Ready to help me find this bastard? Tony asked, looking at her as she strode down the ramp which led from the Helipad towards the house, pulling her bag behind her. “Could certainly use your analyst skills…”

“What you mean before he finds us? Oh wait, that’s right…he doesn’t need to find us, he already knows where we are because you gave him our fucking address!” she said with an exasperated tone as he reached to take her bag off her, leaving her free to storm down towards the house in front of him.

“So we better get to him first.” He said simply as she pulled out her phone. “Who you calling?” “No one. I’m texting.” she replied.

“Smart ass, who you texting then?” “Steve.”

“Rogers?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. “How many other Steve’s do you know?”

“I was just checking on account of no one actually, ever calling him Steve…” “Everyone calls him Steve, dipshit.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the only one that has stupid nicknames for him”

“So what’s he want?” “Nothing, I just told him I’d let him know when I arrived.” “Why?” “Because he’s my best friend.” she said, pushing send on the message. “And a little concerned some maniac terrorist is gonna come blow my head off.”

Tony didn’t respond, and refrained from any further snarky comments when her phone pinged back a few minutes later with a message from Steve telling her to stay safe and call if she needed him. Although she did notice him trying to read the message so she flipped him the finger and slid her phone back into her pocket.

“By the way…” she pointed up at the ginormous Christmas Bunny Tony had bought for Pepper which was sat in the open plan living area “What the fuck made you think buying that was a good idea?”

Tony ignored her and made his way down the stairs to the basement/garage area.

“I've compiled a Mandarin database for you, sir. Drawn from S.H.I.E.L.D, F.B.I., and C.I.A. intercepts.” JARVIS was saying as Katie reached the bottom of the steps.

She shot Tony a look, “You hacked SHIELD again?”

He shrugged and she gave a groan of frustration as JARVIS announced “Initiating virtual crime scene reconstruction.”

And suddenly they were both in the middle of a hologram diagram of the destruction at Graumann's Chinese Theatre and Tony was glancing at some information files Jarvis had pulled together.

“Okay, what do we got here? His name is an ancient Chinese war mantle, meaning…”

“’Adviser to the King’” Katie said, cutting in as she read the information on the hologramatic screen in front of Tony. “He’s using South American insurgency tactics, talks like a Baptist preacher.”

“There's lots of pageantry going on here...lots of theatre…close” Tony said, pushing the information down.

“So he wants an audience…” Katie said, as the two of them spun round, looking at the crime scene reconstruction. Tony nodded as they strode over the floor.

"Tell me about the bomb, JARVIS," Tony instructed.

The A.I. spoke almost immediately. "The heat from the blast was in excess of 3000 degrees Celsius," he droned on. "Any subjects within 12.5 yards were immediately vaporized. No bomb parts were found in a 3-mile radius of the Chinese Theatre."

Tony shook his head again, his forehead crinkling. "When is a bomb not a bomb?"

“Things are not always what they seem…” Katie muttered hovering in the reconstruction scene and then the rest of the quote popped into her head “ ‘The first appearance deceives many’…maybe that’s what this is about. Deception. Maybe it’s all just…”

Tony caught onto the exact word she was about to say, their minds working in sync as they spoke at the same time. "Theatre."

Another second passed, causing them to snap their heads up and look at each other.

"He's covering something up here and blaming it on a bomb," Katie said, glancing down at the reconstruction and Tony followed her eyes, swallowing as he saw Happy sprawled on the floor.

“Talk to us Happy…” he muttered. The pair of them stayed still for a second, eyeballing the still holographic form of their friend, and then something else caught Katie’s eye.

"What's that?" she asked, noticing how Happy's finger was extended to an object landing a few feet away from his body.

Tony sauntered over to the object, picking up the holographic form of a pair of dog tags. Katie raised an eyebrow in his direction. That didn't fit in.

"Any military victims?" he asked JARVIS.

"Not according to public record, sir."

Biting his lip, Tony set down the pair of dog tags, turning back to the original holographic map. "Bring up the thermogenic signatures again, factor in three thousand degrees," he demanded as he climbed up on top of one of the units in his lab. Katie was completely lost now, he was following a train of thought that she wasn’t, clearly.

"The oracle cloud has completed analysis," JARVIS observed. "Accessing satellites and plotting the last 12 months of thermogenic occurrence now."

Tony quickly scanned the results that popped up, shaking his head as he sat down, feet dangling over the edge. "Take away everywhere that there's been a Mandarin attack," he added after a second.

"What are you looking for?" his sister finally dared to ask, not understanding a word of his scientific observations. After doing a scan of the map herself, she still had no idea what he was going for.

"I'll let you know when I find it," Tony murmured, his eyes darting down at the map until he pointed to a single glowing dot. "There."

Katie glanced at the screen. "Rose Hill, Tennessee?"

"You sure that's not one of his?" Tony asked, verifying his theory.

"It predates any known Mandarin attack," JARVIS replied. "The incident was the use of a bomb to assist a suicide. I must say, the heat signature is wildly similar. Three thousand degrees Celsius."

Tony pointed to the records that JARVIS was now accessing about the incident. "The victims were two military guys," he said before turning back to face Katie. "Have you ever been to Tennessee?"

"Can't say that I have," she answered honestly, shrugging her shoulders.

"JARVIS?" Tony called out once again.

"Creating a flight plan for Tennessee Sir…” Katie heaved a quick sigh and looked up at her brother.

“You can’t go on your own…” she said, shaking her head, “Tony…” “I’m not…” He nodded in her direction with a gentle smile. “I made you something…” “What?” she asked.

"Time to suit up," he said matter-of-factly he crossed his arms across his chest before flinging them out to the side, shutting down the display.

“You mean, you made…you made me an Iron Man suit?” she gasped.

“Well, Iron Woman technically but…”

“No no wait…I got it…” Katie laughed “Iron Maiden…”

Tony’s face split into a grin, but he didn’t get chance to respond as the doorbell to the front door rang. Katie looked up at Tony, matching his confused expression with her own. The two of them glanced at the image of the front door which was now being projected onto the screen to Tony’s right showing a car at the gate.

“Expecting someone?” Katie asked.

"Are we still at ding dong?" Tony announced, throwing his hands up in the air. "We're supposed to be on total” he banged his palm twice on the desk “- security lockdown. Come on I threatened a terrorist."

"There's only so much I can do when you give the world’s press your home address," JARVIS responded in his favourite sarcastic tone. Katie had to grin, clearly the AI though it was a dumbass move too.

Tony stepped into one of his suits and Katie took one of the guns from the store, tucking it into the pocket of her pants. Tony instructed Jarvis to open the door and they made their way cautiously up the stairs.

“Right there’s fine…” Tony instructed, holding his finger up as Katie walked behind him. In front of them was a tall, slim black haired woman. Katie glanced at her brother as he turned his helmeted head to look at her and then back to the visitor before he walked towards them.

“You're not the Mandarin are you.” Tony’s face plate slid back, his words at that point a statement more than a question. The dark haired woman looked at him and he spoke again, only this time he asked. “Are you.”

The visitor rolled her eyes “You don't remember. Why am I not surprised?” she sighed

“Don’t take it personally.” Katie said, smirking at the fact this was another one of Tony’s pre-Pepper bangs. He had enough of them to fill a telephone directory.

“Yeah, look, I don't remember what I had for breakfast” he shrugged.

“Gluten-free waffles, sir.” JARVIS supplied.

“That’s right…” Tony said, nodding. He turned to Katie.

“Okay, look, I need to be alone with you. Someplace not here, it's urgent.” the woman said.

“Normally, I'd go for that sort of thing, but now I'm in a committed relationship.” He said as he turned to walk into the living room. Two bags landed with a thud on the floor from the above balcony in front of him.

Katie looked up to see Pepper retreating away from the rails. “With her…” she said, pointing upwards.

“Tony, is somebody there?” Pepper called as Tony stepped out of his suit, Katie tucking the gun into her waistband.

“Yeah, Kiddo and Maya Hansen” he said, looking from his sister to the woman who gave a smile and shook her head.

“Turns out he does remember you.” Katie said, eyeing her up.

“Old botanist pal that I used to know, barely.” he finished.

As Pepper started walking downstairs Tony moved towards Maya and dropped his voice, “Please don't tell me that there is a twelve year-old kid waiting in the car that I've never met.”

Katie rolled her eyes and hugged Pepper as pushed the huge bunny out of the way and dropped off the bottom step.

“Hey, Tony said you were coming in early, but as you can see, we’re going…so don’t unpack…” She turned to Maya and fixed a smile onto her face.

“I'm sorry. With Happy in the hospital, I didn't know we were expecting guests.” she said, her tone was both polite but carried an undercurrent of annoyance at Tony.

“We weren't.” Tony said.

“No, I... “ Maya began before Pepper cut her off, looking at Tony with a smile on her face.

Oh dear.

“And old girlfriends!” Pepper said, the sweetness dripping off her voice made Katie grimace. Tony was in for it.

“She's not really.” Tony protested

“No, not really. It...it was just one night”. Maya agreed.

“Soooooo!” Katie said, clapping her hands together. “Happy… think I’ll go pay him a visit…” “That's how you did it, isn't it? Yep” Pepper continued, ignoring her.

“Yep, hang on, what, no, Kiddo you stay there…” Tony said, spinning between Katie and Pepper who was now looking at Maya.

“Well, you know...” Pepper said “You have saved yourself a world of pain”

“I’m sure….” Maya said, raising her eyebrows.

“Trust me.” She said, turning to Tony “We’re going out of town, okay? We’ve been through this…” “Nope.” Tony replied “Yep” Pepper shot back as the two of them started speaking at the same time as they often did.

“The man says no….” “Immediately and indefinitely….” “Honey... “ “Great idea” Maya said, nodding “Let's go.”

“I'm sorry, that's a terrible idea. Please don't touch her bags.” Tony said.

“This is how normal people behave.” Pepper’s voice was rising. Deciding she’d seen enough, Katie started to head towards the staircase that led to the garage.

“I can't protect you out there” Tony was equally as loud now, “Either of you.” he spun round to see his sister heading down the stairs “Where you going?” “I told you!” she said, not stopping. ““To see Happy.” She selected the keys for the silver Audi TT and let herself in as it automatically adjusted to her settings, then, less than 20 seconds later she roared up the ramp and out into the sunset.

“Call Captain Badass…” she instructed the hands free set as she pulled up the drive.

“Hey…” Steve’s voice filled the car as he answered after 2 rings. “You alright?” “Yeah, just on my way to see Happy. Pepper and Tony are having a domestic, but that aside, we may have something” “Yeah?” he asked.

“Tony ran a simulation. We did some analysis and found a pair of military dog tags on the ground, but there were no records of military victims. Anyway, long story short, after a cross reference we came up with another attack, in Tennessee, same heat signature, same MO, military victims but get this, it pre-dates any known Mandarin attack.”

Katie surged the car forward and up, along the road carved into the side of the cliff, following the smooth tarmac round.

“So…what, you think it was a Mandarin attack that went unnoticed?” Steve asked after a pause. “I don’t think this Mandarin is what everyone thinks he is.” Katie said. “There’s no bomb casings, nothing. Something feels off Steve.” “Off, how?”

“I’m not entirely sure.” Katie trailed off as helicopter which was level with her now, cruising along the side of the cliff in the opposite direction. Probably more press, Jarvis was right, they’d been hovering outside ever since Tony gave away his public address. But the more she looked, the more it seemed slightly stra to her. The colour was a beige camouflage.

“Huh, odd…” she mumbled, watching the helicopter, completely ignoring Steve now. “What?” he asked, utterly confused. “The helicopter here…it looks like a military…” and then Katie felt her heart in her mouth as she had a horrible realisation . “Oh Shit...” “Katie…” “Steve, I think…”

And as she said the words the helicopter fired a missile straight at the house.

“Katie, sweetheart, talk to me!” Steve’s voice was loud and she realised she had been screaming.

“The house…” she said, quickly spinning the car, the tyres screeching and skidding as she sped back, watching in front of her eyes as her childhood home exploded “Shit Cap, I…” “Get yourself out of the way, right now!” he instructed.

“Tony and Pepper are in there!” Katie yelled, “I can’t, I have to help…” “Look, I’m going to speak to Fury, just get yourself away damned it Katie, that’s an order...”

“You don’t order me to do shit…” she muttered, cutting him off as she hammered her foot to the floor as another helicopter started firing at the house. After what seemed like an age she skidded down and round the corner onto the long drive, screeching to a halt.

But there was nothing she could do. Tony was nowhere to be found. The Emergency Services bustled around the place, and they waited for what felt like hours for any sign or news, but there wasn’t any. Pepper was stepping through the rubble of the house. As Katie watched she saw her bend down and pic something up. It was a broken Iron Man helmet. She frowned and put it on. Katie continued to watch as her hand flew up to where her mouth would be in the helmet and Katie scrambled over to her as Pepper removed it and handed it to her with shaking hands.

Katie placed it over her head.

“Stark secure server…retinal scan accepted. Play back…”

Tony’s voice filled her ears.

Pepper, Kiddo, it's me. I've got a lot of apologies to make and not a lot of time. So…first off, I'm so sorry I put you both in harms way. That was selfish and stupid, and it won't happen again. Also, Pep it's Christmas time and the rabbit's too big. It’s gone. Sorry. And I'm sorry in advance because I can't come home yet. I need to find this guy. You both gotta stay safe, that's all I know... I just stole a poncho from a wooden Indian.”

The helmet felt like it was suffocating her, and she wrenched it off a moment later, dropping it on to the ground. The tears were flowing down her cheeks now as relief washed through her system. She glanced up with tear-stained cheeks, as Pepper looked at me, her own tears shining in the low light.

"He’s alive…”

Steve made his way back to the kitchen to find Katie sat at the table, the helmet held in her hands and her face pressed against it, crying softly.

“Hey…” he said gently, dropping into the seat next to her, gently taking the helmet and placing it on the table. “Come here…”

She turned into him, pressing her face to his chest as she shook with silent sobs. His hand gently rubbed her back as he soothed her, waiting for her to calm down.

“Sorry…” she said, pulling back “I was just thinking…about the last time I saw this helmet and…” “Stop apologising.” he smiled, wiping her tears with his thumbs. She took a deep breath and glanced at the helmet.

“Oh, here…” she said, reaching out for the smaller box “This was in there for you.” Steve frowned and took the box, looking at the envelope. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes “That fucking nickname.”

“Open it.” she urged “I wanna see what it is.”

Smiling at her ever impatient nature, he tore the envelope open. His eyes scanned the writing and his brow furrowed slightly, before his lips turned up in a soft smile and he handed the note to her.

Hey Old Man. My dad once told me that no amount of money can buy a second of time, yet he had a hell of a lot of expensive watches, so go figure. This particular one I couldn’t auction for charity. I always intended to pass it to you, one way or another. And if you’re reading this note you’re getting it after my demise…so I best explain. I did a bit of digging and it turns out that most of the guys involved in Operation Rebirth and the Howling Comandos got one of these post the War. It’s a Wartime Rolex Oyster, probably worth a few bob or too but the sentiment makes it priceless as you’ll see when you look at it. (here’s a clue- check the back!) It only feels right that you have it. I had intended to pass it to you for your 40th…or your 107th, whatever you wanna call it, but again, as you’re reading this I won’t be there for that.

I know your Jamie’s surname is Rogers but there is half Stark in him so he’s not a complete lost cause, and maybe when he’s older you can pass this down to him as well.

I’m also assuming you’ll be reading this before watching the message I left as we both know Kiddo is an impatient brat so I’ll leave it there, I don’ t wanna spoil my heartfelt speech too much.

Whilst she was reading, Steve opened the box and he gently took the watch in his hand. It was silver, with a black leather strap. He gently looked at it before he turned it over and he instantly felt a lump in his throat. Engraved on the back was the Howling Commando emblem- they had adopted the wings from his helmet which had adorned their uniforms in whichever place they chose- with the words ‘To The Captain’ arched over the top in copper slate writing.

He gently handed it to Katie and she glanced down at it, turning it over to read the inscription, her fingers running over the writing.

“Wow.” she said gently, wiping her eyes “I’ve never seen this before…”

“It’s erm…” Steve said, his voice thick “It’s pretty…”

“Awesome.” she smiled up at him.

“Yeah…” he said as she handed it back to him, and he placed it back in the leather box, setting it to one side. Seeing that had brought a wave of emotions crashing back over him. Nostalgia, slight sadness at the loss of not just Tony but his other friends, and pride. Pride that even after he was gone they’d remembered him in such a touching and genuine way.

Shaking himself out of it, he looked at Katie and then nodded to the helmet. “Do you wanna do it now or…” She nodded and picked it up in a shaking hand, before she put it on.

“Retinal Scan authenticated” Fridays voice spoke “Greetings Mrs Rogers…accessing Stark Secure Server, hologram projection activated...”

Katie removed the helmet and placed it on the table, pointing it away from them as the hologram projected from the eye sockets. She took a deep breath as the hologramatic form of her brother appeared and he smiled at them.

“Hey Kiddo.” he spoke, “Cap…”

Katie wanted to speak back, so badly, but she knew it was pointless, he wasn’t actually there. Steve gently reached for her hand and she linked her fingers into his.

“So, I thought I better record a message, you know just in case it all goes sideways tomorrow.” Tony sniffed, sitting down on a chair “I’ve left one for Pepper and Morgan too and the gang, but I wanted to leave you your own. I hope that you’re watching this back and our plan worked, that everyone came back and we did it…” he took a deep breath “But there’s a couple of things I wanna get out of the way before we get into the soppy shit…first off, I’m leaving half my shares of Stark Industries to you, the other half goes to Pepper who will more than likely keep it for Moo once she’s old enough. If you both come to the decision to sell then, that’s cool. It’s probably run its course anyway. If not then…good luck taking it in whatever direction you choose, not that you need luck, you’ve proven yourself more than capable of running it pretty much singlehandedly over the last 5 years.”

Katie took a deep breath and wiped at her eyes with her spare hand, the one that was entwined with Steve’s tightened around his fingers.

“Second, most of the cash assets I have pass to Pepper, but I’ve left instructions that there’s some for you as well. I know you don’t need it but I want you to use it for the kids, however many you end up with. Uncle Nee wanted to leave them something. And thirdly, the house in Malibu. I knew we never got round to rebuilding it but I still own the land and I want you to have it Kiddo. That was our home for years and I watched you grow up there into the strong, beautiful woman you became so it only feels right. Plus it’s where we burried that fucking Turkey too so it’s probably haunted by the evil bastard anyway. There’s a fund set up as well which should let you rebuild it however you want. I know you probably won’t want to move from Brooklyn, I mean Cap’s lived there pretty much all his life, well, maybe, if you don’t count the 65 years doing time as a Capsicle or the time in DC and then wherever the hell you were when, well, you know…” Tony waved his hand “but, whatever, the point is you can rebuild it how you want and use it how you want, nice little holiday home maybe…” Katie took a shuddering breath as her tears were falling thick and fast. She’d forgotten all about that house, their home that had been destroyed. The fact that Tony had never sold the land so she could have it back in some form was astounding and overwhelming at the same time.

“So now that’s dealt with…onto the good stuff. First off, Spangles…” Tony spoke and Steve shifted slightly “I know we’ve had our differences…but I just wanted you to know when it comes to Katie I trust you implicitly, I think I always have done in a way. I never really had any doubts in my mind since that day I spoke to you in DC. To be honest you’re such a straight guy I trust you with pretty much anything, well, maybe anything…still not sure about our driving but that’s a different story.” Tony winked and Steve spluttered a chuckle. The fact that Captain America was a bit of a speed demon behind the wheel and been a long running joke amongst the Avengers since the beginning “You’re a good man with a good heart Steve, everyone knows this, I mean that’s the reason you were chosen for the serum anyway isn’t it? Because it makes the good better. I know I’m leaving my girl in good hands, but just so you know…” he raised his fingers to his eyes in the familiar ‘I’m watching you’ sign and Steve smiled “And that won’t stop now, because if you do ever let down I’ll make it my mission to haunt you for the rest of your life…” Tony smiled “But I know you won’t.. and because I know you probably still don’t believe me I wanted to tell you once and for all that I don’t blame you for any of the shit that went down. I Love you buddy, Take it easy.” Steve took a deep breath and wiped his tears with his spare hand as Katie gently squeezed his other again as hologram Tony shifted in his seat and his attention turned to Katie.

“Kiddo…” he sighed “I don’t even know where to start. I know I’ve said it and said it again, but my biggest achievement in life will always be how well and good and honest and…amazing you turned out, even with me as a role model. If Moo turns out to be anything like you when she’s older then…” he trailed off and shrugged “Well, I only wish I was gonna be there to see it…oh, and that reminds me, Spangles I’m counting on you to be there to vet all potential boyfriends for suitability….” Both Katie and Steve let out a watery chuckle at that.

“But yeah, where was I…oh, right…seeing how you took Emmy under your wing, then having Jamie and how they’re both growing into spectacular people…it’s awesome and I really couldn’t be any prouder of the woman you became. Never lose that will to do the right thing, never lose that Stark stubbornness, never lose that streak of ferocity that leaves everyone quaking in their boots. After everything you’ve been through…I’m just sorry that I’m bringing more shitty times to your door by meeting an untimely death, but I know you’ll get through the other side, you always do. Just remember, this was my choice to fight, my choice. So I don’t want anyone thinking they’re to blame. I think, deep down, I always knew it would end this way ever since New York. And rather this than some crazy old bastard rattling round in a home not knowing what day it is…”

Katie took another deep breath as Tony wiped his hand down his face.

“Anyway, please make sure they don’t play any soppy shit at my funeral. AC/DC, Queen or something will suffice…maybe Train, I dunno…” he winked and Katie smiled through her tears “And if Ross is there, give him this from me…” he raised his middle finger of his right hand before he chuckled “But I don’t know why I’m recording all of this anyway as I’m sure it’s gonna work out. I’ll probably be sat here watching it back and grimacing at how ridiculously stupid I sound and look, but just in case…I want you to remember that I love you to the stars and back my girl, I always will…and I’m beyond proud of you.”

And with that the message cut off, leaving the kitchen quiet bar Katie’s shaking, soft sobs. Steve gently turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. She pressed her face into his chest, her hands sliding around his back where she gripped at his shirt her brother’s final goodbye to her echoing in her head.

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timebuzzer · 4 years

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Ever After Chapter 9.6

3rd Person

Alex went back to the dressing room to change to a white shirt. Annie and Elvz thought they were done but were surprised when Alex asked for a retouch.

"You have another performance? I thought we're leaving? Do you still need to be pretty for us? Alex, no one else needs you to be pretty, it's just us." Elvz asked.

"Ani..." Alex was interrupted.

"Ani, Sage is there. So the gift needs to be pretty." Annie hinted.

"Gift?" Elvz asked innocently.

"Sage's birthday was last week, right? Is this your birthday gift?" Annie teased then the two laughed after Elvz got what she meant.

"I see...We saw him too when we peeked from backstage and OMG! He's so hot in his military uniform, with all the sweat he wiped when he came." Annie remarked with widened eyes.

"He was still fully clothed but he was oozing with hotness already. I can already see his biceps beneath his uniform... especially, after all his military training." Elvz exclaimed as she covered her mouth to control herself.

Immediately after, Elvz and Annie shrieked together, jumping while holding each other's hands.

"You know what, my husband was not fit before enlistment. But when he came out, oh la la. I didn't know he could have some abs and toned muscles." Then she added, "Though he only got 4-pack abs. But I'm not complaining. From none to 4? That's a dream come true all ready. And besides, he was only assigned as a police officer."

"Is that the reason why you married him immediately after his enlistment? His muscles and abs?" Aira joked as she checked Alex's face.

"Yes! Too bad, after 5 years, his 4 pack abs were non-existent anymore. Only single one remained. His abs are like "once upon a time" now." Elvz narrated feeling defeated.

They all laughed at her. But they know she was just kidding. She loved her husband dearly, with or without abs.

"Going back, so how much more for Sage? Army training is different and more intense. He already had 6 before enlisting..."

"8..." Alex corrected, which was her mistake. So she added, "I think?". But it's too late now because the trio began teasing her endlessly. The riot officially sparked again.

"So you checked him out?" Elvz inquired with widened eyes.

"He had a topless scene in After All..." Alex replied with the simplest and innocent answer she could with blushed cheeks, avoiding eye contact.

"Of course, you will check your man's assets properly", Annie added as she looked at her thru the mirror.

"So you are a part-time accountant now, Alex?" Aira teased her as she sat down to the nearest chair.

"Accountant Alex, if you are willing, you could share your annual report about Sage's asset so we could assess it all together? The financial growth, the return of investment, and all... We would gladly listen, if only you want." Elvz pleaded once more.

Alex was blushing while changing her clothes as she listened to the two, and of course, her imagination was also activated. The riot only stopped because of a knock on the door. Aira immediately hushed the two.

"Ms. Elle, General Yoon is asking for your presence in his office."

"Okay. We'll follow in a minute." Aira said dismissed the officer with a smile.

Elle and Aira then went to Mr. Yoon's office.

"Thank you so much for gracing our invitation, Elle. We really appreciate your performance. You made our soldiers look so comforted and happy." General Yoon sincerely thanked her while the duo occupied the seats in front of his table.

"It's my honor, General. I'm glad that I made them happy." Alex replied with a genuine smile.

"You also gave 2 bonus songs. If you have any request today, I would gladly grant it as a token of my appreciation."

"Hmmm, actually there is, General Yoon."

"What is it? You can tell me."

"A friend of mine is currently assigned here. If he's not on duty as of the moment, could I request to see him? I mean, he is actually a family friend and his mom knew that I will be performing here today so she sent something for him. But if it's against the rules sir, then I would understand."

"May I ask the name of the friend you would like to see Miss Elle, if he's not on duty then you can see him, that won't be a problem. I gave you my word, and I'm bound to keep it, so feel free to tell me."

"It's Mr. Sage Kim General Yoon." Alex declared while stroking her fingers on her lap trying to hide her nervousness.

After hearing the name, he responded, "Okay, I'll send someone to fetch him." He then dialed a number on his telephone.

"Major Park, can you check the schedule of Mr. Sage Kim and see if he's not on duty as of the moment?... Oh, okay, send him to the private visitor's area....okay."

After the call, he instructed, "I'll leave the three of you in one of our VIP meeting rooms later. As much as you could stay here in my office, I know you might be needing some privacy."

"Thank you so much, General, for your consideration." Aira smiled in appreciation of the general.

"We won't take long because we still need to go back to the capital immediately because Elle has an early schedule tomorrow."

"Oh, how hardworking Elle is. Well if you'll be leaving after this visit, could I request a picture and autograph from Elle for my daughter? She's a fan and a shipper. So as my wife. They've watched your drama. They are already bombarding me with messages about why I didn't invite them here today. So if you won't mind..."

"Sure thing, General Yoon." Elle agreed in delight without a second thought.

"But a gentle request, Sir. Please do not post the photo of them together. It might arouse issues and this might put Elle in a bad light if this goes out to the media." Aira reminded him. She didn't want to have another dispute with the CEO. And another issue would be troublesome.

"I know. Trust me, this will solely be for my wife and daughter and I would tell them that this picture would be highly classified. Thank you very much." General Yoon assured with a serious look.

They then took a photo. Elle signed a photocard. She even gave a signed album. After signing, someone knocked on the door.

It was Sage.

When he entered the room, he expected to see the general alone. But to his surprise, he saw Aira and across her seat was Alex...his wife.

His heart started to pound like a hardly beaten drum but he had to maintain his composure. He's wearing his military uniform.

Their eyes met. Alex saw longing, love, so as confusion in his eyes. But both of them managed to look like casual friends who met after a long time and the general did not sense anything out of the ordinary.

"For childhood friends, you don't look that close." General Yoon remarked.

"We are very close, Sir." Sage responded after his salute.

Everyone laughed and since Sage was there, he was immediately asked to sign and do photo ops. After their short fan meeting moment, the General lead the three, in a small meeting room then left.

As the door closed, Aira immediately turned into a supportive bestfriend and said,

"Okay, I will turn my back on you two. You can kiss. I know you miss each other. Just tell me if you're done. I'll cover my ears too. Just tone it down."

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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Fenton Is That Broken Character

If we’re honest, Danny is insanely OP

“What you up to dad?”, Jack looks up as his son walks in the front door. He still can’t help but marvel at how he’s turned out. Sure education and lifestyle wise he was definitely lacking, but he had a presence. Taller than Jack now and muscular, but still clearly a kind soul. Even if he seemed determined to never have a job or leave home at this point. But there could always be hunting in his future, pretty lucrative thing nowadays. Plus, Jack enjoyed still having him around and he did seem happy. Even if he was aloof and paranoid, but Jack knew that was partly because Amity warranted being cautious and his son was extremely unusual.

Tapping on some papers, “finishing up that ghost ordering system. Think I’ve finally got all the appropriate classes down pat. Care to give your old man a unique view?”. Danny chuckles as he nods. Jack’s glad his son has opened up more to theories, still clearly hates pretty much every invention for some reason though.

“The one through six classing is still pretty well the same but I’ve settled on the different related power levels. Though honestly, I hope no level thirties actually exist”, tapping on the paper.

Classes:

1: non-threat - ignorable (1-3)

2: pseudo-threat - should be captured but no hurry. (4, 5)

3: mild threat - capture immediately, potential danger. (6)

4: threat - break out the anti-ghost gear, deal with quickly. Engage with extreme caution. (7-15)

5: major threat - bring out specialty weapons and only engage if absolutely necessary. (16-19)

6: WARNING: apocalyptic threat - do not engage, run. (20+)

“Now I know the GIW rated Phantom at seven, six years ago, but I doubt he’s still a seven now. Blob ghosts are always three or less and I’ll be disappointed if the Box Ghost is higher than a 5”, Jack and Danny both snicker, clearly agreeing. Danny taps on class 6, “and I’d say Mr. Floaty face was 6 for sure”.

The two spend around an hour throwing out random ghosts and placing most of them. Jack chuckles, “honestly, not even going to really try to place Phantom for sure. We know for sure he was at least a four near when he first popped up. Clearly stronger than he used to be so I really wouldn’t be surprised if he’s a five now”. Danny nods and Jack’s quite pleased with himself over that. His son always seems to just know things when it comes to ghosts. Fenton genius he’s sure.

“I’d say at least five, likely close to six or a six. He’s stronger than he’s given credit for, I think. Basically a walking broken enigma”

“Part of me hopes you’re wrong but if I’d want any ghost to be so powerful, it’d be Phantom”, Jack really is glad for coming to a truce with the spook years ago. Smiling as he catches Danny’s soft smile and what almost seems like a blush? This is his favourite aspect of the Phantom truce, that it clearly makes his son very happy, which makes Jack happy. Even if he doesn’t get why his son can be so ghost friendly, even his opinion of flat out dangerous ghosts are somewhat fond, oddly.

Jack’s sitting at the table when he can’t help but ponder about how his son seems to set off ghost stuff all the time. Wondering if maybe, Danny might just have a self-sustaining ectoplasmic field, like a ghost, as a result of his accident; rather than just oddly prolonged ectoplasmic contamination. Because no way should he still be contaminated from the accident after six years. After all, he was pretty much shocked by the entirety of the zone, even if he clearly downplays it.

But Jack’s not really worried about this because if it caused Danny issues he would have said something, right? Plus, Jack is pretty much sure his son can sense ghosts, which he’s actually a little glad for and he’ll admit to feeling a little guilty over once or twice using him to tell if there was a ghost nearby, because of his sons' reaction. Yes, he noticed the fogging breath and how Danny would instantly start looking around for the ghost/becoming more aware. Kind of hard to not notice. So really his son is like a walking ghost senor, and how cool is that? Jack will never have to worry about some foul ecto-scum sneaking up on his son, and imagine how useful that’ll be when he becomes a hunter! He is a Fenton after all, ghost hunting is just what Fentons’ do.

So as Jack watched his son eat cereal, Jack covertly turns on the device he’s been fiddling with. He’s honestly surprised it’s taken him so long to sit down and build something to rank and class a particular ghosts power and threat levels. Not surprised in the slightest that it senses Danny as an ectoplasmic entity. So Jack selects his son on screen, fully expecting a reading of 1 or 2, and after a few seconds, the thing starts smoking and explodes.

Jack blinks only slightly shocked as Danny jumps a bit, from the explosion. Danny barely misses a beat before chuckling, “another prototype bites the dust huh?”. Jack’s not quite sure why his son blinks a bit and pulls a face before speaking again, “uh, so what’s this one supposed to do? Gots a weird vibe to it”.

Jack’s face lights up a bit, always eager to talk ghosts or explain some new invention, “Well son! It’s supposed to read ghosts power levels and how to best handle them! If we’ve finally settled on rankings, only makes sense to find a more definitive way to do the rankings”. Danny rubs his neck a bit sheepishly, but smiles playfully, “and let me guess, like usual, I set it off or something”. Jack taps on one of the burnt pieces that aren’t on the floor, “which is very strange son but yes. I wouldn’t worry though! Even though it definitely read you as having an ecto-field, looks like it was attempting to put out a reading too! I’m guessing that caused an error, malfunctioned. Seeing as you’re not actually a ghost”.

Jack watches his son chuckle heartily as he puts away his dishes, “well sorry about the tech dad, and yeah nothing to worry about. I may be weird, but I’m perfectly fine”. Jack can tell he means it as he watches his son head out the door.

Groaning a little and staring sadly at the burnt pieces as he starts cleaning up the mess. “Oh?”, Jack feels almost giddy when he finds the heavily smashed screen, as he sees that it actually did manage to get a reading on his son. Wiping it off, Jack’s face squints in confusion as he reads the results:

“PL: subdued: overload”

“Class: error”

“Title: ghost king”

“Okay? The subdued section is perfectly expected. After all Danny-boy isn’t a ghost so he wouldn’t have access to his ectoplasmic field. Even if he really shouldn’t have one at all”, shaking his head at the screen, “but overload? That makes no sense? He’d have to be over 15 and even for an actual ghost that is incredibly high”. Jack claps his hands together as an idea hits him, “maybe it’s because he’s not a ghost, so this little guy really can’t get a proper reading at all! Maybe Danny’s field doesn’t even follow normal rules at all! That explains the error class too! Only way to know is to rule out the other option!”.

Jack smiles knowing full well he’s going to spend the day building a better version, or at least one that can sense higher levels. Shaking his head at the screen again, “and I’m just dismissing this whole “ghost king” title, only ghosts actually have titles so that’s obviously a malfunction”.

As Jack tinkers away, he can’t help but feel more worried than curious at this point, “if the strange readings were really because of a malfunction than “subdued” should have appeared messed up as well. Heck! All of it should have showed error or overload”.

Frowning a little as he hears the front door open, no doubt that’s his son. With Jazz away and Maddie at home all day, there really isn’t another person it could be. Rubbing at the smooth metal of the device as he puts on some finishing touches. Smacking it lightly in triumph as it turns on, “now this baby will certainly at least go up to level 30! Too bad it actually has to be touching a ghost field to work though”. Glancing at the stairs and shrugging, “well I’ll just have to ask Danny-boy, I’m sure he’d be curious”.

Jack heads up slowly after he hears Maddie leave, he knows how skittish his son can be and he doesn’t want him to feel ganged up on. Sticking his head out the lab door just in time to catch Danny heading to his room, “afternoon! Could you come to the living room with me?”. Noticing Danny looking a bit on edge near instantly, “you’re not in trouble son. Just some worries and theories I want to bounce off you”. Jack’s glad that seems to ease his son up a fair bit, but as he sits down Jack notices him tense a bit at the device. That’s a thing about his son that worries him, it’s almost like he’s cautious or mistrustful of all inventions.

“It’s an improved version of the one from this morning”, Jack wiggles it a bit only barely catching that Danny looks more, not less, uncomfortable. Sighing and facing his son, “I found the readout screen from the one this morning after you left. Definitely malfunctioned, weird readings, error messages, the works. But you clearly have an ecto-field, son. And you really really shouldn’t, so I’d like to test you again”. Jack can’t help but lower his voice more and more while speaking, as he noticed Danny looking more and more uncomfortable.

“Er, Whatever happened to that ecto-contamination theory? Field seems more unlikely”, Jack can tell by how his son is curled up a bit and moving his eyes around a lot, that he’s looking for a way out of this. Jack really doesn’t get why his son wouldn’t want whatever information they could get, maybe even figure out what exactly the problem is.

“Ecto-contamination can’t last for six years, so that theory went out the window. That leaves either a field or something undiscovered... Are you really so put off by our stuff that you’d rather not know?”, Jack can’t help but wince as Danny looks legitimately hurt and guilty over that last statement. He hadn’t meant to guilt trip him, he’s just worried and curious; but mostly worried now, “son, I don’t mean to push. It’s just, I’m worried. This is more than weird, I know it’s clear you’re not actively being harmed by whatever this is. But how can I be sure it’s not doing something long term, if no one even has a clue what’s going on?”. Now Danny just looks more worried and that was not the goal, so Jack just keeps talking, “I’m not very good at this “worried parent so please confide in me or test something” thing, I know. I’m not worried because this is strange, i just want to know you’re ok and just how much this has affected you. I know it’s not just setting off our stuff”. Jack blinks, a bit thrown off at how his son stiffens and stares at him, eyes clearly filled with paranoia. So Jack aims for soothing or at least compliments or something, “honestly the ghost sensor thing is downright neat. No clue how you can tell but it’s still cool. And so long as it doesn’t hurt you, then it is for sure cool”.

Jack mentally cheers as Danny does indeed seem slightly more relaxed as he responds, “how long? How long have you known about that? And um, thanks?”. Jack chuckles softly, “few years now, your breath would fog up for no obvious reason and you’d start looking around or leave the area. Then a ghost would show, hard to ignore pattern there, Danny-boy”. Jack watches, a little amused as Danny rubs his neck sheepishly. Poking Danny’s other hand as he speaks up again, “the other thing I’ve noticed is your skin is always cold. Way colder than anyone’s really should be, but you never seem cold so I assume it’s fine. Plus I imagine it makes dealing with hot weather a breeze!”.

“Er, opposite really. Hot weather sucks, cold weathers nice. But I’m fine, honest”. Jack can tell he means it but, “well I’m glad you feel fine, son. But how can we really be sure? Any bit of information really would help”. Jack taps on the device, hoping to get a yes this time.

Jack watches Danny’s eyes flick from him, to the device, and back to him, “so me being... a bit ghost-like is...cool?”. Jack really hadn’t thought of it as ghost-like but he guesses his son has a point there. Ecto-field, ghost detection, being cold; yeah those could all be seen as ghostie things. Jack nods at his son, “so long as this strangeness isn’t harming you, I don’t see how it wouldn’t be cool”.

Jack is almost startled at how Danny seems to near instantly and completely relax, even grinning rather wide as he sits up straight, “well I guess I can’t deny cool discoveries then”. Jack can’t help but be giddy even as Danny shuffles awkwardly, “how exactly does it work though?”.

“This one needs to actually be touching an ecto-field to work, sadly. But! Just touching it should work the same for you!”

“Sounds kind of like you could only check the willing then. Which kind of sounds like you made it with me in mind”, Jack can feel the suspicion in his sons' voice. Jack grins goofily though, “well of course, after that other one gave such a weird reading. I needed to know, more out of worry son. If you have an ecto-field, it should be really small and should have been easy for the previous one to read. But since that one only went halfway up the scale, the only way to really rule out the field theory is to use one that could get a reading on even the strongest of fields”. Jack feels quite satisfied with his explanation, even if Danny seems, of all things, bashful. Danny rubs his neck as he responds, “so what if I just have, like a strong one, what then?”.

“Then I guess you just do. Just more information to have and every bit helps! And who knows! Maybe a strong field might be keeping some ghosties away! Though it really should be impossible”, Jack’s not sure what about that was funny but he’s not going to complain as Danny nods and holds out his hand.

It only takes the machine a few seconds to work, though Jack has a feeling that his son can actually feel it checking him or something. Based on the odd facial expressions anyway, more worried that it might actually be hurting his son than reading the results, “it’s not hurting you is it?”.

“No, no I’m fine. Weird not painful or anything. Kind of like something is sucking on my skin, if that makes any sense”, Jack chuckles a bit, glad to know he’s not inadvertently harming Danny. He really does wonder if some of their stuff does. Shaking his head, he checks out the results:

PL: subdued: 23

⚠️Class: 6

Title: ghost king

Jack’s a bit too confused to notice Danny having a mild freak out and staring at the title section, “wow son, freaky strong it is. Again that should be impossible but I guess not”. Jack laughs a little, “that could probably actually scare a lot of ghosts! Fearing a Fenton as it should be!”. Tapping at the screen, “the rest makes zero sense though, again. Error made more sense than class six, especially with being subdued? And again with the title?”.

“Well couldn’t, couldn’t that just because of the power level thing?”, Jack shakes his head. Looking at his clearly a bit startled son, “that’s the main factor yes but to get the highest class you’d have to have more than just a strong field. Apocalypse level is just for those with insanely destructive powers, are near impossible for any human or ghost to defeat and more than likely can’t be caught or destroyed”.

Danny glances back at the screen as he responds, “so ridiculously overpowered, like a broken video game character”. Jack can’t help but laugh at that, “yes son, that’s a pretty fair comparison”. Shaking his head, “you must have some insane untapped potential or you have an ability that is very dangerous. Both are a bit concerning. The only other option is that you’re already extremely powerful and have a dangerous power. Which is just confusing”. Shaking his head more, “then there’s this title. You’re not even a ghost, how could you possibly be their king?”.

“Could you imagine though?”, Danny’s tone is a bit cautious sounding but that’s pretty common for him. Jack prefers when he’s joking around or even slacking off honestly, “well, I would prefer for their king to be someone like you. You’re a good man, son. And that would be kind of cool, utterly impossible but cool”. Jack taps his chin a bit, “maybe, because of the accident you're guaranteed to become a ghost and for some reason the king? That still sounds ridiculous”. Jack shakes his head while Danny talks a bit quietly, “if that happened, me becoming a ghost. What would you guys do?”.

Jack blinks at his son slowly, getting what he’s asking and yeah no way he could ever, “we’d support you, see what you remember. We could never hunt you son. Families family. I can’t say I’d even know how to react if you hurt someone, especially with how kind and gentle you are now. So, don’t worry about that”. Jack pats him on on the back affectionately to prove a point and judging by Danny’s loose smile, the point was indeed made.

Danny’s looking down at the living room table, “good. I’m glad to hear it”. Jack’s a little confused but glad his son is glad. Danny shifts a bit, “but yeah I do...have a dangerous power. Pretty well just destroys; buildings, vehicles, ghosts, people. I guess you could say I’m that character that gets banned from tournaments and winds up on Watch Mojo lists for most broken characters and most broken character powers”.

“That is dangerous for sure, I guess that explains that and while I’m curious, I’m not asking for a demonstration. But that means you’ve got a sure fire way to defend yourself, so long as that’s why you’d use it then it’s cool too”, Jack chuckles weakly at Danny’s shock. Smiling a bit at him, “you’re way too nice to be using something like that irresponsibly. Though I find it hard to believe that you can have such a strong ability without it hurting you”.

Danny runs a hand through his hair, “well it does leave me feeling weak and tired but otherwise fine. And it has kind of like a strength dail, never really used it close to full strength and I’d prefer to keep it that way”. Jack’s honestly impressed at this level of honesty and really, pretty much all of this is cleared up. Very weird and still no clue if this is really safe for his son but much less impossible, “sounds like you know yourself pretty well. I’m not going to push to know all you can do but I do want to know. This sure is one way to whip out a surprise trump card on some ghost!”. Jack can tell by Danny snickering that he’s surprised more than one or two ghosts before, which only makes him pleased. Pushing Danny lightly on the shoulder, “still worried about you though”.

Jack can practically feel the mischief in his son, as he talks while walking up to bed, “maybe you could see what sort of reading Phantom gives. He’s a friendly enough fellow, and I think the entire town knows he’s a completely broken video game character. You guys get along now and something tells me he won’t say no”.

End.

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enkisstories · 5 years

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Just like them (part 5)

Still November 16, 2038 Android Zone store at Capitol Park

Daniel looked around. He noticed another lone figure looking into the store, a male human dressed in a casual grey suit. When the android walked up closer to him, the man turned towards the arrival. The first thing Daniel noticed was the human’s t-shirt under the open jacket. It sported the print of a Japanese garden landscape that changed its lighting with the time of day – a reasonably expensive gimmick that had been within the means of the Phillips family, but was no longer in Daniel’s. Now that the deviant was able to wear whatever he wanted, no longer confined to his PL600 polo, he was walking around in a used sweater that had cost much less than his old uniform shirt.

Why does that matter to me all of a sudden? Was Raj right? Do I really take after the materialistic bastards?

Then Daniel beheld the man’s face and he gasped in surprise:

“A Kamski-lookalike! How cool is that?!”

Maybe the encounter with the singer had bolstered the deviant’s spirit, or perhaps there was only so much hatred and anger one could feel in any given period of time. Whatever the case, for a moment the old Daniel, the one who had been able to keep up with an enterprising nine-year old and win her admiration, was very much alive again. Daniel took out his phone and waved it around in front of the man, who was the spitting image of his creator.

“Selfie, please?”

The human looked him up and down. “What do you mean, “lookalike”?” he stammered.

“Hahaha!” Daniel laughed. Androids weren’t built to do that, but deviants stubbornly did it without consciously planning to, therefore the result was a lowkey frightening industrial sound. “Don’t tell me people never point out the likeness? No way! You could totally perform as Kamski at Comic Con!”

And thus, before the man knew what was happening to him, he already found himself grabbed by an outdated, slightly oozing PL600, pulled into a hug and subjected to the selfie-taking process. Daniel repeated the procedure a few times, then held his phone for Kamski to see the pictures that had resulted from the assault.

“Looooook at that! The likeness is stunning! You’d really think I was standing shoulder to shoulder with Elijah Kamski.”

“Of course if the real Mr. Kamski was here, you’d…”

“Lol, right, I’d shove that phone down the bastard’s throat ‘till he choked on it!”

The effect was profound. Kamski looked from Daniel’s phone to the android’s hands, into its eyes and back to the smartphone. There was some doubt as to how the device would fit into a human gullet, but then again, this deviant seemed to mean what it was saying. If there wasn’t room inside a body to begin with, it would see to it that there would be.

“Actually, Kamski would choke not on the phone, but on the blood emerging from his ruptured throat”, Elijah said.

“Ugh… you just HAD to draw me a picture, had you? Thing is, I hate that man so much… like everything else I hate combined!”

That, the human concluded, amounted to a pretty substantial hatred. Enough to condense and walk around on its own, in fact. And wasn’t that was he was looking at anyway? Thinly veiled loathing and anger walking on two legs…

“But why?” the man asked Daniel. “I mean, Elijah Kamski was only the founder of CyberLife. He didn’t exactly pull the levers in the production plants himself. So what has he done to you and how did he manage to do it without ever having met you?”

“You know Jericho? Yes? Well, the motherfucker knew about it, too, but didn’t so much as leave a single blood bag at their doorstep!”

“But neither did he sell the deviants’ location out to the authorities”, the human replied. “I mean, that’s what I’d reply if I was Kamski.”

“Yeah, sounds like something the sucker would say”, Daniel agreed. “Feeling all enlightened about taking a “neutral” stance.“

The android was about to put away his phone, but Kamski grabbed him by the wrist.

“Wait! I have an idea! You’ll like it, it’s fun for me, too…”

With these words the man led Daniel away from the square into the row of stores. Between a coffee shop and a travel agency there was a multimedia terminal welded to the wall.

“Print out one of the selfies we took and I’ll sign it!” he suggested. “As Kamski! - There, done! A genuine… almost genuine autograph of Elijah Kamski, man of the century. Could be worth a small fortune.”

“Heh”, Daniel grinned. “You practiced to fake Kamski’s signature? Figured you weren’t as innocent as you were pretending to be!”

The photograph then wandered into the sweater’s pocket, right next to the picture for Emma.

“I’ll hang on to it for the time being”, Daniel said. “The last thing I need at the moment is a nasty surprise when I try to sell that pic.”

Kamski nodded.

“I daresay there could be one…”

There was a certain amount of awkward standing next to each other. By right everything had been said and done and the android and the man should part now. But each was too fascinating to the other. Daniel saw an outcast in the man whom he took for a con artist, a human not fitting in and thus maybe, just maybe, someone bonding with at the same level was possible. As for Elijah, despite being the species’ creator, his experience with androids was limited. There were the Chloes, of course, he knew more about Markus’ digital childhood than the RK200 would be comfortable learning, and he had met the weapon CyberLife had created from his masterpiece, the RK800 unit named Connor. This deviant, however… what was it even? Sporting a face that the firm re-used over and over and having deviated from its original code Daniel wasn’t easily identifiable as a PL600. Elijah couldn’t even rule out that he was dealing with Simon, Jericho’s presumed covert ops operative.

“Thank you”, Daniel eventually broke the silence. “I expected to spend the evening brooding. But so far it has been… enjoyable, actually.”

“Do you have a name?”

“Daniel. Just Daniel. There used to be… But it doesn’t matter anymore. You?”

“Neil. Neil Newbon. Say, Daniel, would you accompany me into the coffee shop? If I’m with you, there’ll be less chance of people mistaking me for the real Kamski.”

And indeed, the moment the duo entered the café, a photographer rose from a seat near the door, brandishing her camera. It was blocked immediately by an android hand of unknown origin, currently attached to the PL600 model name of Daniel.

“That’s not Kamski”, the android said, while pushing the camera away. “That’s a lookalike.”

“Oh, really? Bummer!”

Daniel grinned. “You don’t believe Kamski would come into a public space, where he has to interact with real people? That man is afraid a sack of rice will drop in China, if he sneezes in Detroit!”

Elijah adjusted his posture a little, trying for an impression more like his half-brother. He hadn’t seen the lout in a long time, but some images stuck with you for a lifetime.

“Fuck, yeah”, Kamski said, waving his hand around. “What he said!”

He was standing slightly slouched now, but still radiating confidence. What exactly had fueled that confidence in Gavin, the android inventor wondered? That man was a Nobody! Was it the fact that Gavin had been conceived naturally, while Elijah was a sperm donation baby? The Reeds had sold him… like cattle… and the other students at university had never let Elijah forget that little fact. Obviously, the older adolescents had argued, someone had seriously messed with the sperm to create the out of the world kid genius they were sharing their benches with…

“Yeah, you’re probably right”, the paparazzo agreed with Daniel after a good look at “Neil”. “Should have figured that out myself.”

Neither Daniel nor Elijah particularly like the expression the journalist displayed after the realization. It was reminiscent of a tiger that had lost the goat, but still heard a chicken scratch the ground somewhere near. She adjusted the grip on her camera, raised it again, but this time aimed the lenses at both of the arrivals.

“Don’t just stand there, guys! Give the patrons a show!” With these words the woman pointed towards a karaoke podium. “Two guys who look like the spitting image of Kamski and Simon are simply obligated to!”

“There’ll be free coffee and croissant for my mate if we do this?” Daniel prodded.

“’course!”

“Then we have a deal!”

“What were you thinking? I’ve never in my life sang karaoke in public!” Elijah hissed, while Daniel dragged him towards the pedestal. “I’ve never in my life sang karaoke! I’ve never in my life sang in public!”

“For my part I’ve never in my life shot a man, before I did”, the deviant replied.

“That’s far less embarrassing!!!”

Blue-grey eyes were piercing into Kamski’s, as if to dissect him alive. Elijah knew exactly what was really staring at him: just a textureless blue embedded into a light grey chassis that had a serial number etched into it and the occasional advertisement sticker attached. Everything else, the skin, hair, even the sweat android bodies could produce under duress, was just glamour. But now that Daniel’s eyes bore into him, the human had a hard time differentiating the illusion from a living being.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Neil!” Daniel growled.

“Oh, come, “killer”! Everyone would shoot back when the enemy storms their base!”

“You mean Jericho? I TOLD you, you had no idea!” Daniel insisted.

He ripped the microphones out of their holders and tossed one Elijah’s way.

“You choose a song!”

Elijah scrolled all the way down the list of available songs, until he reached the titles that started with numbers and special characters. When he didn’t find there, what he had been looking for, the man considered, and scrolled back to the letter “O” instead of the digit “1”. It was giving Daniel the impression that his human acquaintance was an indecisive one, while in truth it was just testament to Elijah’s unique way of thinking.

Is it getting better, Elijah sang, Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you / Now you’ve got someone to blame?

There was a telltale pause that communicated Daniel to take over at this point.

Really, Neil? After just two verses? Coward!

The deviant sang:

You said One love / One life When it’s one need in the night / One love, we get to share it It leaves you, baby, if you don’t care for it

Elijah picked up again and it made sense, in a warped way:

Did I disappoint you / Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love / And you want me to go without.

This time Daniel needed no nudge to take over. It came naturally:

Well it’s Too late / Tonight / To drag the past out / Into the light We’re one, but we’re not the same / We get to carry each other Carry each other…

On and on duel went, all the while the paparazzo’s camera flashed.

“Why is she still taking pictures of us?” Daniel whispered. “Now that she knows you are not the real Kamski?”

“People need their dreams and illusions. Do you have any dreams, Daniel? Other than plotting Kamski’s death, I mean?” “Nah, I’m doing nothing of that sort. That little piece of shit isn’t worth wasting mental capacity on.”

“But if you met him by chance?“

“Well, you know how some call us androids toasters? Kamski would be toast!”

Song used:

One: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftjEcrrf7r0 I imagine Kamski doing the covered version with Johnny Cash’s gravitas while Daniel is singing the more desperate original version.

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh daniel #dbh kamski #dbhtextpost #danielgavinnewstory

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all of @howdydowdy‘s most loveliest tags for my fanfic, you are so wonderful i don’t know how i deserved the good luck to find you ;A;

1. #OH MY GOD!!!!!!!#it's here!! i'm gonna lose my whole entire mind!!!!!#well i hope everybody's ready for me to scream about every single installment as it comes out because this is the most important thing now#i didn't even know turnip!ah yuan was gonna be in it THIS IS THE BEST SURPRISE!!!!!#i feel so honored that my tags had anything to do with inspiring this incredible au but this is absolutely so much better#even in this short installment i'm getting such a good feel for the three characters who have made an appearance so far!#excited to see your lwj!!!#'the only thing his viewers enjoyed more than his content were the occasional take-downs Wen Qing was dishing out in the comment section'#ahahaha you are so funny#PLEASE EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS AMAZING FIC! I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT!!!!#i don't know all the things that are gonna happen but i have a general idea and guys it's such a good au#op is so creative and brilliant!!!#the untamed#ah yuan and his two dads will be the death of me#fic#these are a few of my favorite things

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3. #ohhhh shit everybody lwj is here! things are happening!!!!#i love all the sibling feels lxc gives me always#in every single fic i read he's like 'lwj i found another boy your age please be friends with him i love you so much'#oOoOoO the shoot will be four whole days i wonder what can happen in four days you guys...#like maybe...mister stoic guqin falling in love with disaster farmer man????#STAY TUNED#you know what just occurred to me is that lwj needs an emotion translator#i'm thinking like luther the anger translator for obama in those key & peele sketches#except it's just someone interpreting all of lwj's stoic faces#i mean lxc can read his faces so you'd think he could do it but idk if lxc himself is emotive enough#i'll have to think about it more

4. #this fic is the gift that keeps on giving#slowly introducing new characters...now we're meeting my sweet baby wen ning...i don't deserve this happiness...#also wei wuxian's carefree chaotic energy is just to die for#and what's this? jiang cheng appears on the horizon? narrowing his eyes at a tumbleweed that rolls across his path#his spurs jingling menacingly as he stalks ever closer?#hold on to yer hats cowboys i smell some Plot approaching#the untamed#fic#(okay also 'explosive arts & crafts projects' ahaha you are the best at these descriptions)

5. #oooooooo things are really coming together my dudes...#more jiang cheng content! okay he is really growing on me. grouch with a heart of gold. huge schemer. just wants to make fun of his BIL with#his brother but feels like he has to prioritize his ~responsibilities~#he loves wwx and understands what motivates him and at the same time just wants him to like. chill#the air quotes ahaha#that wwx makes them and that jc hates it#also i think my favorite image from this is the fact that one of the draws of the tv show is that all the cultivator hosts are handsome#which means that when lxc needed someone to cover for him he just went to the producers like#'no worries my little brother is also super hot so he should meet all your requirements'#'is he personable? no. does he speak in complete sentences? also no. but are the viewers gonna go batshit over his face? absofuckinlutely'#and the producers were like 'oh yeah dude say no more'#this is so fun i'm really enjoying these updates!!!

6. #not the city centre itself but a nearby mound#which sounds unusual and ominous#honey you got a big storm comin'#lwj is getting there early...oh fuck the suspense...#also 'either this is just how show business works or no one really knows what they are doing' why not both lwj??#ahaha i am cackling and steepling my fingers imagining how this is all gonna go down#babe i'm glad you decided not to give me spoilers because it is so fun watching things unfold

7. #i'm just imagining the perspective of the film crew showing up and it's a barren wasteland#they're like...wtf kind of establishing shots are we supposed to take of this??#don't worry guys the cutest child on the planet lives here. just get some footage of him frolicking in the turnip fields#the audience will lose their effing minds

8. #i love jc's logic like 'no one can find out about this or it'll be bad for the family. how to accomplish this? better get a film crew'#also i love how he's lowkey bitter that no one wants to interview him AHAHA jc you peach#and he's like 'maybe i'll watch the show. JUST TO MAKE FUN OF WWX FOR NO OTHER REASON'#wow i'm like becoming really fond of this character op!!!

9. #AHAHA love this image of lwj staring after nhs as he traipses down the street#'fancy birds? tf kinda innuendo is that??'#also lwj deciding to wear all white so that people won't approach him ahaha damn where is my equivalent outfit??#MATCHMAKER LXC STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!#did lxc even have to go out of town for real or was it all a setup to get lwj and wwx in the same place??#wouldn't put it past him tbh#lwj is so perfectly taciturn here i love it#and not just because he's not personable or something it's because he's having FEELINGS#also because wwx never shuts up lol#'he is doomed just like before because even this unknown wei wuxian he wants to be close to and find out who he is'#ughughguhgghhghhh how are you finding and pushing all my buttons???#hot DAMN i am HERE for this!!!

10. #i've now read this three times and i love it more every time!#you have such a way with words and i love how you're getting into wwx's head#it can be hard to relate to him with how dense he can be but you make it all seem incredibly plausible and realistic!!#i love him like 'wonder what it would be like to share a hotel room. it's totally normal that i'm thinking about this'#and like. you show how he got there in his thought process and it makes total sense!#also: lwj as eye candy YES EXACTLY#nhs is the perfect choice for a tv interior designer expert. that is SO what he would be doing in a universe with tv about interior design#okay and MOST IMPORTANTLY we have come to the part in the gifset!! this is the best crack that ever caught feels omg ilysm#demonic blood pool WEI YIIIIIIIING#wen ning being all yeah goth guys and blood pools two great tastes that taste great together#i love everything about this and it was so worth the wait. very excited for the next installment!!!

11. #you are LITCHRALLY killing me with this sharp characterization!! how are you nailing all their voices!!!!#nhs just in it for the hashtag drama that's so spot on omg. breaking all the rules HE wrote just so he can torture jc#all 'are you seeing this??? ARE YOU??' poor nhs and jc having to watch these two lovesick fools make googly eyes at each other#for YEARS and not REALIZE it well it's your lucky day mr. fan man because soon the whole world will see this UST and validate you#okay but what i love the most is jc the masochist being so uncomfortable he has to keep turning off the video ahahahaha#wangxian out here romancing so hard that jc needs a barf bag. or therapy. or selective amnesia.#you ever get secondhand mortifying ordeal of being known? that's what's happening for jc here#it's mortifying watching other people experience the ordeal of being known. this is the hardest i have ever related to jc#it's like oh fuck. lwj loves wwx and it's so obvious. oh my god. i'm so embarrassed.#wwx is so gone for lwj and it's right there on his face for anyone to read. i'm in agony.#ALSO 'jiang cheng can feel his head get hot and he drops the phone on the table like it personally betrayed him' THANK U FOR THIS#everything about this is the best and my favorite#ahhh i'm so excited for the next chapters and so glad they're already up so i can read them right now!!!!

12. #lxc shooting lwj pointed looks every time the jiang sect comes up in conversation for the past 13 years!!!!! he would!!!!!!#i love the way you describe wwx through lwj's eyes. the love just shines through#also you are so insightful about his character but what else is new??? you're the character breakdown QUEEN#OH MY GOD AH YUAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111#i am writing these tags as i read or that would have been the first tag it's SO important#i mean my tag isn't important it's incoherent but AH YUAN IS IMPORTANT!!!!!#you really want me to die. you really want me to be all the way murdered.#this image of lwj just standing there with impeccable posture one arm behind his back the other holding a sword in the air randomly#with this squirmy lil bab clutching at his clothes and reaching up on his tiptoes#okay dang i didn't know there was gonna be action! intrigue!! an ambush!!!#this fic really has it all#bamf!wwx and rescuer!lwj#battle couple ftw#NOT TO MENTION DRUNK!LWJ!!! SELF SACRIFICING!LWJ!!!!!#how am i supposed to live knowing lwj Did That#ughghughghgughgh#'at least i made him happy.' at least you made him happy???!?!?!?#just let me live for a second!!!#just one second though then i'm gonna read the next chapter

13. #awwww jiang 'I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU I'VE JUST BEEN CUTTING ONIONS' cheng gets a tear in his eye#they are...a fambly.....#my man lxc coming thru for the people!! title of my upcoming inspirational children's book: Lan Xichen Takes a Stand#op you made me love jiang cheng. i'm in it now

14. #omg i forgot that you had written this and sent it to me weeks ago so when i read it just now i was like...obviously that's what happened???#i had already just fully incorporated it into my understanding of these characters in my head and forgotten how it got there#so this was the BEST surprise#i can't believe you. putting ah yuan and bunnies in the same chapter because you love drowning me in cute#soft domestic adoptive dad content???? ugh i literally need to lie down and go into a coma.#just a lil coma. to recharge my feels.#i don't know what you could possibly be putting in the 'extra' but i am. vibrating with excitement!!!!#this is one of my favorite fics ever and i'm forever happy that you came up with this amazing idea and executed it so well#I APPRECIATE AND ADORE YOU!!!#HEART EYES EMOJI#these are a few of my favorite things#the untamed#ah yuan and his two dads will be the death of me

15. #OH MY GOD NHS MASTERMINDED ALL OF IT#this is so perfect i'm in awe!!!!#of course he did!!!!#also 'he had been very invested in this romance he had even painted themed fans for this' ahahaha#these schemes! these machinations!! he got lxc out of the way! he put the idea in jc's head! ahhhhh!#mr. fan man

#ctlyuejie writes #well technically not #i collected these so i can reread them late #you have such a fun way with words #they are all brilliant

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fanficparker · 6 years

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Ocean Eyes | Haz mini series | Part 3

Pairing: (Strangers to Friends to Lovers!) (Imaginary Love Triangle!) (Accidental Adultery!) Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/n: It was my first ever fanfic, I earlier posted it on instagram and so thought of posting it here too. It’s trash. Check my masterlist for other fics, one-shots & more parts. IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING *prays*.

Word count: 3.7K

Warning: Angst, Painful Misconceptions, swearing

Description: Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny, having just a little celebrity crush on a British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom’s best friend Harrison Osterfield. What will happen when Harrison starts to fall for her? This celebrity crush on Tom is intended to create some drama ;)

Part 3…

“Was Haz just about to kiss me? Or it was just my imagination?” you mumbled to yourself after Haz left with Tom. You don’t want to assume something that actually never happened. At least you had him by your side as a friend and a companion. Spending this long time with him had made you fall for him already. But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with the blue-eyed boy, just because of these feelings. You washed your face, and applied your chapstick, to get a refreshing look after all that crying.

You walked out, spotting him waiting for you. You had some great cocktails, talked to some people at the party, they all were lovely to talk with, you wondered that, you registered that were panicking in vain… Soon music started playing and everyone started dancing. The atmosphere was so cheerful that you felt a little bit shy showing your dance skills. You shyly held Harrison’s hand which he offered for dance. He didn’t start dancing slow, rather he grabbed your waist and pulled you with him to a high note song. As the music proceeded, the beats started to amplify, he started spinning you rapidly, but ensured that you always landed in his arms. You almost were clinging to him, due to his swift dance moves. You both couldn’t help, but laugh and giggle at your ’fun’ dance. Soon, Zendaya announced that it was time for getting into the pool. You were a bit nervous. Haz asked you to go to the pool first, but as you were hilariously nervous, you denied his offer.

“Haz, hmm. I don’t think I’m going into the pool”

“Oh, so you think I will let you back off this easy?” he showed an amused grin. “Huh? What do you me(an)?…” Before you could say anything else, he just picked you up in his arms and jumped into the pool carrying you.

“Oh gosh Mr Harrison Osterfield, at least you should have warned me” you yelled tucking your now wet hairs behind your ears, that stuck on your face. “It won’t be fun, if I would have warned you Ms Y/n Y/l/n” he laughed like 10 years old. You, Haz, Tom and others played for really long in the pool. By playing, it meant stupidly splashing water on each other. But was no doubt, super fun. You had a lot of fun there. You all danced more, had more drinks, had food, talked more and more. In short, it was an amazing day. It was finally the time to go home, and you were already exhausted. Tom went to his house so did everyone else. Haz and you went to his house. You felt so tired that you slept in the car itself.

“Sleepyhead, we reached home, get up” Haz shook your shoulders. In an extreme dizzy voice, with closed eyes, you replied “I can’t walk, good night” you yawned as your head rested on the car’s headrest. Seeing your childish behaviour, he couldn’t stop giggling. After like ten seconds of you not getting up, he finally decided to get you in himself. Without even saying any other word, he picked you up in his arms.

“What the fuck Haz, get me down!” you said waking up, afraid that maybe you could fall off. “Nope” with the ‘ope’ sound he playfully giggled, as you gripped his shoulders.

“Aren’t you tired of the party? How are you even lifting my weight after that exhausting party?” you questioned surprisingly as he carried you inside the house, unlocking the door. “I can never be tired for you,” he said with a soft tone, making you smile and blush at the same time. He reaches your room softly resting you in the bed, putting covers on you.

“Good night, Y/n” he whispered kissing your forehead. He switched off the lamps. walking away, when you grabbed his arm.

“Thank you for today, and sorry for all the nonsense crying, sorry” you pleaded as he looked at you. “It’s alright, it happens sometimes” he replied pressing his lips.

“If you want you can sleep here. I don’t mean it that way, I mean just… ” he interrupted you. “I get that,” he said tittering. And he got into the covers with you. You got closer to his chest listening to his heart beats when he pulled you closer, cuddling with you. It was nothing sexual, just very friendly and soothing. The sound of his heartbeats made you feel relaxed from the exhausting day, getting you asleep really soon.

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Next morning, you got up unable to spot Haz beside you. He woke up and left before you. You brushed your teeth, wore your spectacles and started walking down. You had a gut feeling like something good was going to happen. You reached near the kitchen seeing Harrison standing with a girl. Oh. My. God, if after all this you get to know that he has a girlfriend, then you would really faint Something good? Seriously my gut! You started walking towards them and cleared your throat and yelling “Good morning,” making both of then turn towards you.

“Good morning y/n” Haz greeted you cheerfully. “Yeah good morning.” the girl too greeted you with a big smile. The girl looked familiar.

“By the way, I’m Charlotte, Harrison’s sweet little sister..” she introduced making all your fear vanish away. “Adding 'sweet’ wasn’t necessary,” Haz said in an amused voice. You instantly remembered, seeing some of her pictures hanging across the house, plus on Harrison’s Instagram.

“OMG nice to meet you Charlotte, you don’t know how glad I’m to meet you,” you said trying not to look over-excited.

“ And I’m….” she interrupted you completing the sentence. “Y/n..of course, I know you it’s been an hour since I am here, and the only person this div is talking about is you” she giggled as a tint of red covered your face. “Hey, Y/n eat your breakfast fast and get ready, we gotta go to the mall for shopping” Charlotte squealed, making you confused. “Shopping, all of a sudden? I still have enough clothes”

“So, Haz didn’t tell you yet? and by the way, a girl never has enough clothes!” You gave her a tight-lipped smile. “And what hasn’t told me?” you asked her, but instead of her, Harrison spoke up.

“Hmm. Y/n I just wanna ask you… if you could come with me to the red carpet of Tom’s new movie 'Chaos Walking’, I have a small part in it…” he asked rubbing the back of his head.

“Me? Red carpet? Movie red carpet? With so many celebs?” you blurted out. “Come on Y/n, Haz never asks anyone, you should go with him.” she insisted. You were hell nervous and excited at the same time but acted calmly. “Hmm, as you both are insisting, I will go, it will be a new experience for me” Your answer instantly plastered a wide smile on Harrison’s face, and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Great, we will leave in an hour, get ready..! ” Charlotte squealed. All three of you ate the cereals, and you rushed to the bathroom for a shower. As you got to attend such a grand function, you properly washed and dried your hairs. You wore a comfortable casual outfit so that it would be easy trying dresses in the dressing room. You put on your contact lenses, took your credit card and started walking down. 45 minutes have already passed, and Charlotte was eagerly waiting for you.

“You are ready before time, great let’s go, and by the way, I don’t drive yet, so can you drive us y/n?” she asked seeing you.

“Oh yeah of course.” She tossed you the keys and you both walked out, just about you were going to shut the main door, Harrison showed up.

“Hmm, Y/n it would be great if you pick up something that’s black, cause my suit is black too…”, he said nervously shaking his head.

“Oh yeah of course!” you smiled wide, instantly pecking his cheek, running out of the house as your face became red as a tomato, not knowing that his face was even redder…

•••

You and Charlotte reached the mall, hunting for a perfect black dress for you to wear on the red carpet. Charlotte literally was so amazing to hang out with, she was so funny, so friendly and so open to you. You both had a lot of fun during the dress hunt, like grabbing ice-creams, egg rolls etc. Finally, a dress caught Charlotte’s eyes.

“Look, Y/n, that dress looks perfect!” she yelled in excitement, pointing her finger to a dress. Your eyes widened seeing that dress. “That’s dress is hell elegant, extremely amazing, and-and it’s not meant for me, it’s for models!” you backed off, trying to get out of the store, but she again pulled you in.

“Come on! At least try it! Please” she pleaded in a childish gesture.

“Hhuuhh!” you groaned as she handed you the dress. You went into the dressing room, the dress was so heavy, no doubt it had lightly weighted lacework on the top and quarter sleeves, but the bottom was extremely heavy, layered by at least 5 layers of the thick can-can, making the dress look really puffy and graceful. You couldn’t dress in that heavy dress alone, so you took the help of an employee, who got you dressed properly. You came out, only to see Charlotte jumping on her toes squealing.

“We are buying it! It’s finalllllll!! It looks so good on you!” You simply nodded, as you too liked that dress. The dress was a solid black, flowy evening gown, highlighted with beautiful lace word around the neck and sleeves, also the dress was priced decent, so you had no problem in buying it. You both then purchased matching sandals and jewellery. You even gifted Charlotte a beautiful bracelet that caught her eye, even when she argued. You finally got into the car, it was already 4 pm and the red carpet starts at 7 pm.

•••

Charlotte took you to her family stylist. You had never got ready via, a professional stylist, so it was new for you, but you found it quite pleasant. How can you not? You just gotta sit there peacefully, while they do the job. After a whole 2 hours of dress-up and styling, you finally saw yourself in the mirror.

“Woah! Is that really me?!” that reflection looked so different, from your normal simpleton look. “Someone’s gonna faint today!” Charlotte squealed behind you. You just looked down in embarrassment, knowing whom she’s referring to. “I don’t think I can drive in this dress,” you stated, as it was obvious. “Don’t worry, Haz will pick you up. I had already called him” Charlotte informed, smirking.

“What.! You called Haz to pick me up, I’m not ready to face him with this look!!” Charlotte couldn’t even get the chance to reply, as you heard a car horn. Most probably it belonged to Harrison. “Haz is here!” Charlotte smirked, as she peeped through the blinds. “Why am I getting so nervous to face him?” you asked yourself, even though you already knew the answer. You can’t even figure out, how all this escalated! You had a celebrity crush on Tom! How did you fell for his best friend then?! How can’t you? He has everything you wished your dream partner had. He’s so kind, he’s so soft, cute and hot at the same time. Not forgetting to mention how much he cares for you.

“Go out Y/n, else you guys will get late.” Charlotte got you out of your thoughts. You were worried, that what if Haz doesn’t approve your look? All you wanted was to impress him. You tried gathering some confidence and moved out, only to see Harrison standing by the car. His eyes widened at your sight, making you look at your feet, as your face was on fire. You moved your feet, walking close to him. You raised your head to face his perfect look, in that classy black suit and tie.

“You look amazing. Like a princess… queen… angel” he blurted out, raising the temperature of your cheeks even higher. All you hoped was that the concealer and makeup could hide your hilarious blushing state.

“Can’t be 3 people at the same time,” you said, trying to calm down.

“You look amazing too,” you said, smiling, as he smiled back and made his way to the car, letting open the door for you. As you both seated, he ignited the engine and started driving. An uncomfortable silence filled the car. His eyes were concentrated on the road, you can tell, that he was a little bit nervous as the loud sound of his breath could be heard clearly. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t say. You tried to break the silence.

“Black colour highlights your ocean blue eyes.” you genuinely complimented, making him turn his head towards you.

“Ta-that-thanks” he replied, his lips were shaking along with his legs, as his gaze again shifted towards the road. Never in his life ever, he was so nervous around someone. He had been in relationships earlier, but he never felt anything. But with you, he felt different, even though you weren’t his girlfriend. All he wanted was to simply ask you if you wanted to be his girlfriend? But he couldn’t. He has proposed two other girls in his life earlier, it was so easy then, but this was different. For them, it was a mere attraction, but for you it was love. Having you by his side for almost a month, made him feel so special. No matter how much tired he was after a party, no matter how much sad he was after been rejected in an audition, every time he saw your face, he couldn’t help, but forget everything bad happening around him. For more than a week he is planning to tell you, for more than a week he’s failing for the same, making him more lovesick. He was afraid that you like his mate, Tom. The person who was a lot more successful than him, the man who has much more fans than him, the man getting signed for more than eight movies in a major role in 2019. And he was still a struggling actor, just getting part in short films or some minor roles in movies. And after what happened in the last game of the pool party at Zendaya’s house, things only got worse for him, no matter he never talked about it yet. He couldn’t develop guts to ask you, he was afraid that you’ll reject him, for his best mate. He was afraid that it will even ruin his friendship with you.

He pulled the brakes, as he reached the destination. The guards opened the door for you both, as you stepped out. He slowly gave you his hand to hold, you accepting his hand made him a little relieved, but still, he was worried. Worried that you will see him and Tom both in the movie. Tom in a lead role and him in just a cameo. His thoughts were disturbed by the paparazzi clicking pictures of you and him together, your smile as you pose with him, making him a bit relieved again. Being part of a movie premiere was something new for you. You were so nervous before, but because of Harrison’s presence, all your nervousness vanished away. You saw Tom Holland and Daisy Ridley busy in questions. You met Tom’s family over there. His mom and brother Harry were there to attend the premiere too. All of you proceeded to watch the movie.

Harrison was sitting beside you, reading your expressions as you watched the movie. He tried to understand, how were you perceiving Tom and was waiting to see your reaction on his cameo too. You felt his gaze on you, making you turn towards him, smiling.

“The movie is really amazing!” you whispered to him. “Yeah, it is” he replied shifting his gaze again towards the screen.

“A… and how’s Tom doing?” he questioned, not looking at you.

“He’s doing great as always,” you replied smiling. He started softly tapping his feet, looking down, realizing that his cameo is just going to arrive. He regretted bringing you with him, he felt embarrassed, thinking what if you compared him with Tom. He was lost in his thoughts, extremely worried when you tapped his shoulder, making him lift his head to look at you with a 'huh?’ expression.

“Look it’s you!” you squealed, pointing your finger at the screen with the biggest ear to ear smile. He instantly looked at the screen, seeing himself and then back to you. Your eyes were concentrated on the screen, as you slowly clasped your hand in excitement. Your eyes were shining, mouth open in admiration.

“You did amazinggggg…” you whispered-yelled turning towards Harrison.

“You liked it?!” he questioned in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? I freaking loveddd it!!!” you gave him a side-hug, making his heart feel warmer, a big smile instantly plastering on his face.

“Thx” he replied, as he kissed your hairs softly. The movie was overall great. You all proceeded for the dinner. You, Harrison, Tom, his mom Nikki and his brother Harry settled across a table eating and chattering everything about the movie.

“You look really gorgeous Y/n, like if you could even get a lead role in a big movie!” Nikki appreciated your look.

“Thx” you replied, a bit shy.

“Yeah, mom’s right. You’re literally looking amazing Y/n.” Tom joined his mom to compliment you, making you more embarrassed.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling. Harrison again felt that tightening in his chest, seeing you blushing at Tom’s compliment. It was obvious that he was over-thinking, it’s normal to get embarrassed, but he was afraid that he was a part of a love triangle. He was afraid that you liked Tom when he himself loved you. He wasn’t sure how his best friend perceives you, but he was still afraid of the thing that didn’t exist.

“Excuse me.” you excused yourself, as you felt your phone ringing. It was just a call from one of your fellow doctors. You stood up, walking out to take the call, ensuring you don’t disturb the dinner.

“So, how are you guys doing?” Tom questioned his best mate.

“Who? What doing?” Harrison replied, with a slightly tugged chin, in an oblivious state.

“Oh come on Haz, don’t act. I can see you and Y/n.” Tom raised his eyebrows, with a smug look.

“What?! Haz and Y/n are together.” Nikki almost yelled, making a tint of red cover Harrison’s face, thinking of the word ’together’.

“Nah, mom! I’m sure, he hasn’t even made a move. He’s a pussy.” Tom said, amuse filling his voice. “Don’t fucking swear in front of mom Tom!” Harry finally joined the conversation. “Like ’fucking’ isn’t a swear word,” Tom argued back. “Ugh!! You both don’t start now.” Nikki groaned throwing her hands on the table. “K” both of them stopped arguing.

“So when are you asking her Haz? ” Nikki questioned, as Harrison got flustered again.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied, he was relieved that Tom didn’t have that kind of interest in you, but he can’t say the same for you.

“As I said he’s a pussy” Tom laughed, pausing after half a minute, realizing that he was the only one laughing at his own joke.

“Come on Haz, tell her. Do you even like her?” Harry asked of curiousness. “Like her? Are you kidding me? I freaking love her!!!” Harrison replied with a little-cracked voice. “Then just go and tell her! ” Nikki pointed.

“I-I don’t know if she feels the same or not, you know I don’t wanna ruin our friendship,” he replied, pressing his lips. “How can you say, till you give it a try and as speaking of friendship, I don’t think she can ever be mad at you.” she comforted. “Thx” Harrison replied, still not completely relieved.

“You know I love her, more than anyone else. It’s so tough to confront someone. You are always afraid that you’ll lose them. I don’t wanna commit any mistake.” Haz said looking down, with his fingers continuously fidgeting, as Harry patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

None of them were aware that you were eavesdropping, and it was even more dangerous than you thought as you only overheard the last half of the conversation, totally oblivious to the fact that the girl Harrison was describing was you. You shouldn’t have overheard them, but you couldn’t stop yourself, as the word ’love’ slipped out of Harrison’s tongue making you feel vulnerable.

Now you were the one in pain, the one worried of the thing that didn’t exist for you, the love triangle, between you, Harrison and that mystery girl he was in love with. Your heart walls felt like clenching, making your breathing laboured. You were in love with this blonde-haired, blue-eyed man you bumped into in LA, weeks before. Imagining him with someone else, was too much for you to handle, after all, no-one ever made you feel like home, barring him.

Weren’t you a loner before you bumped into him? Wasn’t he the one who drove you out of all your physical insecurities? But these things no longer concerned you, cause you were already broken. You can’t bear to even know who’s he talking about.

You decided to leave.

Leave him!

You turned on your heels violently, rushing out of the dining hall. The loud click-clack sound of your heels grabbed Harrison’s attention, only to see you rushing out of the dining hall.

(TBC) (IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING, THX FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT, LOVE YOU) (PART 4 COMING TOMORROW)

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“The Man Behind the Mask”

Pt 5

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You’ve recently moved to Queens, New York after your father finds a new job with the U.S. government handling alien affairs in the city. You’ve grown up in a small town, and it’s your junior year of high school; culture shock takes a whole new meaning when you’re saved by the famed new web-slinging Avenger - and when you meet a new group of friends at Midtown High that seem to always be hiding something. But things quickly get personal.

Masterlist / Pt 1 – Pt 2 – Pt 3 – Pt 4

Peter wasn't in Chemistry that afternoon, and like he requested, you covered for him. When your teacher got to Peter's name on the roll and there was no reply, you quickly shouted out that he was called in last-minute by Mr. Stark concerning something very important. Your teacher looked annoyed, but satisfied. This made you wonder just how often Peter skipped classes for this internship – after all, your teacher didn't seem surprised in the slightest.

Luckily for you, the lesson plan for the day consisted of only lecture and a few PowerPoint slides, so all you had to do was keep organized notes. Although, something told you that Peter could probably take the test for the chapter and ace it without attending a single class or reading a page of notes.

Ned walked to the bus stop with you when the day was over and gave you an encouraging hug before you slid into the cold leather seats of the government-issued SUV. Your mother was not in the back to accompany you like last time. It was only you and the asshole driver/bodyguard/assassin that apparently never got the memo that wearing sunglasses all the time made you look like a douche. He didn't speak to you and you didn't speak to him, which was just fine by you. You were still angry with him for his lack of answers to your searing questions in the hospital elevator that morning.

The silence would almost be awkward if it weren't for the fact you were still so pissed off. After the silent elevator ride, you practically sprinted toward your father's hospital room, desperate to see him. You prayed in your heart of hearts that your father was awake, or at least improving. You heard your gorilla of a driver snort in annoyance at your impatience, but you didn't care. It took the will of every cell in your body not to turn around give the guy a middle-finger salute.

Your mother was out of her chair and giving you a tight hug the moment you entered the room, and you could feel the pent-up stress slowly melt from your shoulders. She rubbed soothing circles into your back before pressing a quick, almost undetectable peck to your hair.

“How's he doing, Momma?” you asked, your voice almost too quiet for her to hear. What if the answer was something you didn't want to hear?

She sighed through her nose and looked into your eyes, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. A watery smile crept onto her lips.

“He's about the same, baby,” she replied. “Nurses and his doctor came in a few times throughout the day, but didn't really tell me much. They changed out his gauze a few times and took some blood. After a certain point I just stopped asking questions.” A flicker of anger crossed her face.

You could tell that your mother was about as fed up with the lack of information as you were, although she was much better at hiding it. You didn't have much of a filter and sometimes wish that you possessed your mother's level of self-restraint.

“When will we know?” you sighed, collapsing onto the small love seat that had been your bed the night before and tossing your backpack to the floor. “I'm so sick of this, Mom. We deserve to know what's going on, or at least if he's gonna be okay. They—they can't just keep treating us like this. We're his family, for God's sake.”

“I know that this is frustrating, honey, trust me, I know,” she said, sitting beside you on the love seat and putting a supportive arm around your shoulders. “But they have their reasons for not telling us details right now, and it's for the best. We have to believe that... otherwise, we'll go crazy.” She laughed with an air of sarcasm as you rolled your eyes.

“You know, Peter says that they’re doing this for liability reasons,” you muttered, almost to yourself. “That they'll do whatever they can to avoid any kind of bad press or a lawsuit.”

Your mother leaned back, assessing you with critical but gentle eyes. “Oh, really? And who's this Peter?”

“He's a friend I made at school,” you replied, doing your very best to keep your expression neutral. “Peter has an internship with Tony Stark—ya know, Iron Man? He said when all of that alien attack stuff happened in New York a few years back, that Mr. Stark had to deal with the government a lot, and that he still does. That Mr. Stark says everything is all about self-interest with them.”

Your mother closed her eyes and ran a hand through her knotted hair. “I'm sure everything was very tense during those days, Y/N. No one was at their best.”

“Well Mr. Stark knows a lot more about the way the Department of Defense runs than we do,” you said quickly, determined to hold onto this theory that the government was hiding this accident from the world—from its victims' families—for nothing more than selfish reasons. “I mean, think about it, Mom, really think about it. A lot of people lost faith in the government to keep them safe when the big attack hit New York. They created the Department of Alien Affairs with the help of the Avengers right after it happened, and they helped with the clean up efforts and restorative projects around the city. There were so many press conferences and photo ops—I mean, it was as much an image thing as it was actual work.” You took your mother's hand and squeezed it. Her eyes didn't lose their somewhat critical edge. “Can you imagine the outcry if it got out that something like this happened in their new department that is supposed to be dedicated to safety, to being prepared at all times in case something like that attack happens again?” The gears started whirring in your brain. “If they can't keep their own employees safe, how will that look to the rest of the world?”

Your mother's eyes softened. She suddenly looked ten years older and very tired. She started to play with the pieces of hair falling from your messy bun. “Baby, I know that you're looking for any kind of explanation for this. I get it. But let's not get carried away, okay? They're probably just keeping everything hush-hush until they finish their investigation on exactly what happened. Government agencies, even private companies, do that all the time when something goes wrong. It keeps misinformation from getting out there—”

“Mom, please don't tell me that I'm overreacting or that I'm overthinking this, okay? Something's not right here, I can feel it!”

“Of course something's not right,” she almost snapped, her watery eyes gazing at the heap of gauze and casts that was your father. “We were starting over, starting a new life with lots of new, exciting opportunities, and before we could even start to enjoy it, and grow as a family, your dad...” she trailed off and looked at her feet, trying to hide her sniffling. “Your father is very hurt and is in the hospital, Y/N. Of course this isn't right, and this isn't fair. But life isn't always fair, and that's something, if anything, that you can take away from this.”

“But—but, Mom,” you begged, tears building and that familiar stinging overtaking your throat, “you have to believe me, something is happening—”

“No, Y/N,” she barked, and you were taken aback by the harshness in her voice that cut through you like knives, “this—this is hard enough. This is quite enough to handle without... without far-fetched conspiracy theories piled on top of it. Obsessing over this, it's not going to make your dad any better, and it's only going to make things harder for you and for me. We have to deal with this in a healthy way, not with misplaced blame and—and paranoid theories that the people keeping your dad alive right now are somehow secretly working against us.”

“But, Mom, that's not—” you whispered, the tears flowing freely.

“I don't want to hear another word about it,” she cut you off, rising from her seat and leaving the room. You watched as the only family you had left within a thousand mile radius denied your fears and left you alone. She left you alone in the hospital room with nothing but the sound of your quiet wails to drown out the beeping of the machines, the only thing keeping your father alive.

You fell asleep with puffy, swollen eyes and a pounding head before your mother came back to the hospital room. She left a faint kiss on your forehead before covering you in a light blanket and collapsing into the armchair at the other side of the room. You cracked open an eye to watch her as she gently took your father's cast-covered hand and finally drifted to sleep. You then peeked toward the hallway, observing the security camera mirror mounted on the ceiling across from your room. You could see the faint reflection of a black bulge standing outside of the door frame—looks like asshole sunglasses guy never takes a break.

You drifted again into a restless sleep that was shrouded by dreams of explosions, endless hospital hallways, and sneaky doctors with evil faces surrounding your father's hospital room.

You were woken by yelling down the hallway and running footsteps. There was yelling, so much yelling. You opened your eyes with difficulty, rubbing the sleep away to find the hallway illuminated in red light, the outlines of nurses, doctors, and men in suits rushing every which way disorienting you.

“Mom... what's going on?” you asked croakily, your heart starting to throb painfully as your body and mind caught up to all of the noise and flashing lights.

Your mother was standing by the doorway with her arms crossed and back to you. She slightly turned her head, enough for you to see the bags underneath her eye. “Stay where you are, Y/N.”

“Code five, code five!” you heard a man shout down the hallway, and two more large men in suits ran past your doorway with guns held high. You ignored your mother's request and came up beside her, peering out into the hallway. It was complete chaos, an alarm beginning to sound, with a woman's robotic voice echoing throughout the floor.

INTRUDER IN SECTOR FOUR, it rang, CODE FIVE ENACTED. INTRUDER IN SECTOR FOUR.

“Someone broke in?” you asked no one in particular, rubbing your eyes again as you tried to comprehend what that meant. Why would someone be breaking into a hospital? But then again, why was this hospital set up like a prison instead of a place for the sick and injured?

Your mind was racing one thousand miles a second. Was the intruder dangerous? What did they want? Did this have something to do with the accident, or was it something even worse? Were you in danger? More importantly, was your family in danger? What were you supposed to do? For the first time since this whole thing began, you were missing your asshole bodyguard. Where was he? He would know what to do.

“Where is it?!” you heard someone demand down the hall. You peered around the door to see a female doctor about ten feet away grabbing a nurse by the collar. Her expression looked livid illuminated by the blood red light. “Where are all the files?!”

“I s-swear,” stuttered the nurse, her face drenched in nervous sweat, “I locked up the file vault like I always do if I leave the immediate perimeter! I went to go get coffee for five minutes—”

“If you locked up Sector Four and enacted all of the security protocols then how the hell did someone get in there?!” the doctor demanded, shaking the nurse in fury. “This is gonna be all of our heads, you insolent little—”

She was interrupted by a man that you recognized as your assigned security guard running toward her, his face drenched in sweat with a bruise the size of a baseball forming on his forehead. He stowed his gun, gasping for breath. “They're g-gone. All the files for the explosion at the main lab. All of 'em, they're gone.”

Explosion at the main lab? Your mother's eyes darted to you, anxious questions swimming in them. You put a finger to your lips as you pressed against the inside of the door frame and slid as closely to the hallway as you could without being seen.

“Shit,” the doctor spat. “How is this even possible? I was assured that this was the top-of-the-line security system, that no one without proper clearance could get in or out of that room once the alarm was tripped.”

“I don't get it,” your guard answered, wincing as he put his hands on his hips and tried to stand up straight, “the room is spotless besides those missing files, like he went in knowing exactly what he was lookin' for.”

A few nurses rounded the corner supporting bloodied and bruised suited agents, all looking like they'd just gotten jumped by someone twice their size.

“But here's the kicker,” the man continued, gingerly touching his forehead and pulling his hand back as if it'd shocked him. He opened one side of his suit jacket, pulling out his gun with ginger fingers. You couldn't believe what you saw next. His firearm's barrel was covered in a thick, sticky, white substance. You knew what that was. “Dr. Lexley, I think our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.”

The harsh red light was eventually turned off. The robotic alarm ceased. Groaning men the size of linebackers, some covered in webbing, were being rolled in on stretchers to a room down the hall. You didn't fall back asleep on that lumpy love seat for the rest of the night, your eyes wide open and mind racing like it never had before. Spider-Man had been there. Spider-Man had broken into this government facility, stolen files on a lab explosion (was that what happened to your father?) and easily fought his way through security to swing away into the chilly New York night. What did Spider-Man want with those files? Why were they important? If this superhero was investigating the Department of Defense's affairs, was something bad going on? Otherwise, why would he get involved in the first place? Was this the confirmation you needed that something shady was going on in Alien Affairs? Were you, Peter, and Ned right? Was there more than meets the eye here?

Peter was friends with Spider-Man, right? You could ask Peter to talk to his friend in the blue and red suit on your behalf, and maybe even ask him to stop by your apartment one night to give you the inside scoop. Maybe you could finally figure out what was going on with your father.

“Ned!” you called to your friend the next morning, waving to him from across the crowded high school hallway. You worked your way through the crowd the way Ned and Peter had taught you, with your shoulders. He greeted you with a light hug but quickly looked down at you with concern.

“Damn, girl, are you sleeping at all?” he asked, and you self-consciously smoothed down your hair.

“I mean, maybe I'm not sleeping that great, why?” you asked, eyes narrowed. You'd looked in the mirror that morning; you knew the purple circles under your eyes were there, but they weren't that bad, were they?

“Uh, no reason,” Ned seemed to catch himself, giving a nervous chuckle.

You rolled your eyes and looked over Ned's shoulder. “So, where's Peter?”

Ned quickly turned from you to his locker, opening it and switching out a few books and binders. “Uh, I don't know,” he answered vaguely, adding another strip of tape to the string holding the small replica of the Death Star hanging from the roof of his locker. “It's probably an internship thing.”

You groaned. “Again? How is he keeping up with school when he's, like, never here?”

Ned shrugged, back still to you. “He's wicked smart, remember? Besides, Mr. Stark calls in every other week to clear his absences.”

“He can do that?” you asked in surprise. You chewed on your bottom lip. Damn, maybe you needed a Stark internship.

“Oh, yeah, Mr. Stark can do anything,” Ned said, almost dreamily, closing his locker and turning back around to you, obviously glad for the change in conversation topic.

“Well, do you know if Peter is coming in today?” you asked, almost begging. Ned's shoulders deflated and he seemed visibly more uncomfortable. “I really need to talk to him, both of you really. It's about my dad.”

Ned dropped his large robotics book on his foot, and held back a yelp. You quickly bent down to pick it up for him. “Ned, are you feeling okay?”

“Whaddya mean? Of course I feel okay, freakin’ awesome actually. Why?” he asked quickly, taking his book from your outstretched hand and looking at his shoes as he walked.

“I don't know, you just seem a little jumpy,” you shrugged, watching him from the corner of your eye. He gulped.

“Nah, nah, I'm uh, just a little stressed. Yeah, stressed. About our robotics presentation today. Peter better show up,” he answered quickly, almost murmuring the last part to himself.

“Oh, don't worry, I'm sure he will,” you reassured your friend, patting his shoulder. “Peter's not the type to let you down, I'm sure.”

Ned snorted to himself. “Right.”

It was lunch before Peter Parker made an appearance, sitting down in his seat with a sigh in the middle of you and Ned having a discussion about whether or not your history teacher secretly had a foot fetish.

“I'm telling you, Y/N, he definitely has one,” Ned assured you, pointing at you with his fork after taking a large bite of chicken. He didn't bother to swallow it before he continued. “Ever notice how he looks at the floor when he talks to you, especially if you're wearing open-toed shoes? It's a thing.”

“I thought he just didn't like making eye contact with people,” you laughed, attempting to prevent yourself from spewing soda through your nose.

“Peter!” you and Ned both said at the same time, surprised by his sudden presence. You took in his appearance. His hair was messy and he had a large scrape across his left cheek. You gasped.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?” you demanded, your eyes scanning over his body for any more injuries.

Peter's eyes widened and they flashed to Ned before going back to you. “Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it...” he shrugged, opened his lunch and stuffing a sandwich in his mouth.

“Don't worry about it?” you repeated incredulously. “Peter, it looks like someone took a knife to your face.”

He kept his eyes on the table as he swallowed his bite.

“Oh, Peter's, uh, just clumsy,” Ned said quickly, slapping his friend on the back. Peter winced. “You told me you—you fell off your bike on the way home last night, right?” Peter looked at Ned with raised eyebrows.

“Oh! Yeah. Right, that's exactly what happened,” Peter nodded toward you solemnly. “I was uh, riding home after I finished up with Mr. Stark and... and my neighbor's stupid cat just ran out in front of me.”

“Yeah, and then he fell on his face,” Ned added enthusiastically. Peter narrowed his chocolate eyes.

“I think she gets that part, Ned,” he muttered.

“You must've really hit your head,” you smiled with pity. You hated how even with a scratched up face and messy hair, Peter still looked very attractive to you. And you scolded yourself for that being the first thought that ran through your mind. What were you, some stereotypical thirsty teenage girl? You pushed down the butterflies you were getting at the thought.

“Oh, I'm fine,” Peter said, looking away from you and back to his food. Were you imagining the faint pink tint in his cheeks?

“So, Y/N, you wanted to talk to us about something?” Ned inquired, nudging his best friend's shoulder. Peter suddenly sat up straighter, his expression very neutral. Your narrowed eyes went back and forth between the two before you shrugged it off.

“Yeah, actually,” you sighed, pushing your plate of cafeteria food away from you. You leaned forward, almost conspiratorially. Ned and Peter mirrored you. “You guys will never guess what happened at the hospital last night.”

“Uh, I for one have no idea,” Ned said quickly. Peter began to look uncomfortable.

“So, around two in the morning, all of these alarms start going off,” you began, hands sweating at the memory. “The whole place was going crazy, like it was the Apocalypse or something. I mean, I was asleep, and I wake up to all of this yelling and this voice going 'Intruder alert' or whatever. Long story short, someone had broken into the hospital and stole a bunch of Top Secret government files.”

“Wow, really?” Ned asked, incredible surprise etching every syllable. “That's... amazing! I've definitely never heard about that. Like at all.”

You heard a faint sound that almost sounded like a stomp, and suddenly Ned was wincing and Peter looked smug. Peter's eyebrows burrowed together, and just then you noticed a tiny spot of dirt on his forehead. “So do they know who did it?”

“That's just it,” you smiled, radiating excitement. “Peter, I overheard the head doctor talking with security in the hallway, and saw the guards on stretchers. People and guns were covered in webbing. It was Spider-Man.”

“Whaaaat?” Ned asked, but his apparent surprise seemed a bit manufactured to you. You regarded him with narrow eyes before looking to Peter again. His face was oddly unreadable.

“I also overheard them talking about a lab explosion at the main office, they said all of the files that Spider-Man took were concerning that incident,” you explained, leaning forward even more. “Do you know what that means? That's probably the accident that happened to my father. I can finally find out what happened.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked slowly, almost cautiously, and you were confused by his demeanor.

“Well, I mean...” you looked around and lowered your voice, “you're friends with Spider-Man, aren't you, Peter?” Peter and Ned exchanged a look that you didn't understand. “I'm saying that you could talk to him about what he found! Or maybe you could ask him to swing by my place again and he can tell me what's going on!”

“Right,” Peter said almost to himself, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous way. The movement caught your eye. “I mean, I guess I can try to ask him. I just don't know if it's such a great idea.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, who knows what's in those files... maybe it's something a lot bigger,” Peter replied hesitantly, and it was apparent that he didn't like talking about this subject. “Just going from what Spider-Man has told me, I mean... telling people what's going on when stuff like this happens could put them in danger.”

You stared down Peter with a mix of anger and confusion. What was the harm in him asking his web-slinging friend just to get you out of the dark, just enough to calm your family's torture, enough to sleep peacefully at night?

“Something is going on with that program, with that whole department,” you whispered determinedly, holding Peter's gaze. If you weren't so upset by Peter's response, your stomach would be a twisting tornado of butterflies right now. “I can feel it in my gut. I don't need to know every tiny detail, I just need to know enough to be able to help my dad somehow. I just need to know something.” Peter's eyes held something that you couldn't decipher, but you wanted to pull it from them. “If Spider-Man was getting involved, then that means I'm not crazy. That means something is going on. Something bad.”

Peter looked at his nearly-untouched lunch, at Ned, then back at you. Before you lost your nerve, you reached across the table and took Peter's unsuspecting hand. It was soft, warm, but strong. Peter's expression suddenly resembled a surprised puppy’s.

“Please, Peter,” you asked, squeezing his hand. His fingers slowly curled around yours in return, and the butterflies came back to your stomach in full flying force. “Please talk to Spider-Man. For me.”

Peter visibly gulped and a shy smile cracked across his face. “I... you know, I guess there's no harm in just asking...” he conceded. In a moment of unadulterated joy, you stood from your seat and crossed the table to Peter, giving him the tightest hug you could muster. Your cheek rested against his unscratched one, and you could feel him smiling.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, and his surprised arms wrapped around your small frame. Your face felt like it was one thousand degrees and the butterflies in your stomach had spread to your toes and fingertips, but you didn't care. There were few times in your life that you felt as good as you did the moment that Peter's strong arms engulfed you firmly, yet so gently.

Pt 6

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Summer debuts aplenty!

Demon Slayer 12

I assume the creature on the episode titlecard is a boar…?

I see…! So Kyogai uses the drums like a game controller! Y’know, like A = attack and directional keys to move.

I almost expected Inosuke to appear from behind the screen door, but it was just Tanjiro…

Huh? For some reason, I find Zenitsu funny now…but only the tiniest bit. Not enough to laugh out loud, but enough to give tiny “heh”s.

Well…that episode title didn’t lie, at least…

Ah-hah! I knew it! Knewwwwwwwww it! It’s the double-personality trope I liked 5 years ago (you see it embodied in Martin/Alter-Az). The only thing I didn’t know was how Zenitsu would become badass…well, now we know. He sleep fights…I still think ingesting blood to invoke a second personality is still way cooler though.

Shoichi? Is that the kid’s name?

“Marechi” doesn’t seem to mean anything…

“Show me your wounds.” Then again, there are some wounds that you can’t present to others…not unless you show the side effects.

As much as I was scared by Exposition Crow, I have to be thankful the little feathered buddy is around. I wouldn’t understand “marechi” otherwise. But seriously, where does that crow hide in his spare time…?

Oh…the duty of filial piety…I know your feel, Tanjiro.

Tanjiro’s brain!Zenitsu is so accurate, I LOLled…a tiny bit.

Tanjiro, you gotta remember: be proud of where you’ve gotten today! Don’t be the man you were yesterday! Keep evolving with the times like water itself, because that is what water is about – change! (triumphant music plays in the background to accompany this declaration)

The only problem I have with filial piety is…what happens when your family has only daughters???

OPM S2 Ep 11 (Ep 23)

Garou’s got a point in that villains are meant to be sympathetic in order to get a good story. However, I’d still root for the heroes all the same.

Naruto running…why’s it so popular???

“Mentsuyu” (on Saitama’s blue shirt) means “noodle soup base” = a mixture of dashi (soup stock), soy sauce, mirin and sugar.

It took me a replay to realise that Garou turned red when the tree fell down.

BSD 36

Uh, dude? Who calls their kid “Eruisu-chan”…? It’s Elise, isn’t it?

Katai – yet again, can I just say he is the husbando we need and not the husbando we want? (LOL) There’s even what appears to be a sake bottle in the bottom left corner…

Is there such thing as a bullet-proof futon???

Come to think of it, this scene with all the rubble about halfway through the episode looks like it comes from the Dead Apple first key visual –the one that came out when the movie was announced. Not the Shin Soukoku one, the other one with Soukoku in a rubble-filled place looking at the horizon.

Looking at Natsume-sensei from the back reveals his hair is calico-coloured too…

I wonder how much of Dazai’s scheming is actually just Natsume-sensei…?

“What did you have for dinner last night?” “Yeah.” – Just imagining this with a monotone instead of Akutagawa’s usual anger is hilarious!

Snakes don’t run…?

Oh, I get why he was calling Akutagawa “bro”! When you’re married, you call your brother in law “brother” as well!

Bungou Stray Dogs 37 (FINAL)

I discovered something – the kanji under ECHO, 回向, are read ekou. What do they mean? The verb form means “to hold a memorial service for [someone]”, so I’d assume it’s “memorial service”.

For some reason, when Atsushi said “you’re not paying for this ride!”, I thought, “It’s your Ubr driver here”…LOL.

I seem to remember that Goncharov controls rock and his power is The Precipice…but I don’t remember reading past ch. 52…

“How can you be so sure?” I thought it was something like “Because that’s what I would do.” Turns out I was right…maybe I have read chapter 53??? Or is this a previous chapter that’s been movd forward???

Hmm…come to think of it, why is Akutagawa’s power to control fabric anyway? (Because he can control other things, it’s just that he chooses to use his coat as a default.) Does the Rashomon story have to do with that…?

Oh, that’s cute. Shin Soukoku are on the same thinking wavelength now. (somewhat sarcastic)

Come to think of it – season 1 anime!Atsushi was about as whiny as Zenitsu…hmm. Now there’s a cross-anime comparison I never thought I’d make.

“…what appears to be a hiker…” (or maybe it was multiple hikers…?)

Did you notice Akutagawa was missing his coat?

“Fancy hat boy” – That’s why the fandom calls Chuuya “Mr Fancy Hat”, LOL.

One thing’s for sure – whether you like BSD or not, you gotta admit they have a great sense of closure.

Shield Hero 25 (FINAL)

See? There is a Meteor move for Naofumi!

Raphtalia’s mostly been saying nothing but “Naofumi-sama” over and over again…it kind of irks me. It’s too bad I’m almost finished with this show.

I’m gussing the reward has to do with Raphtalia’s village.

Is Naofumi leaving???

LOL, before Naofumi faced the Waves, he was wavering…geddit??? (Oh, that joke’s terrible…)

Fruits Basket 12

I think Shigure attended the ceremony to procrastinate on his writing…LOL.

Okay…I started this episode a few days back and now I hav a bowl of piping hot pho to go with it! Let’s get back to business!

Momiji is a scheming little brat, ain’t he?

The “Yuki wearing a girls’ uniform” was funny…because reactions.

Hmm…even though I know what’s going to happen, I only just realised Akito and Yuki only seem to wear traditional Japanese dress when tied down to their curse or their main house. Westrn cloths thereby symbolise progress for them…but you can’t say the same for Shigure, though, so there goes that hypothesis…

I thought for a second they were going to play baseball…that’s what they did in Star Driver.

Fruits Basket 13

Snake attack!!!

Hmm…Ayame clearly used a convo diversionary tactic there (avoiding the topic).

“Aya says he sells men’s dreams.” – LOL.

Demon Slayer 13

I find it interesting Tanjiro also has respect for his opponent, not just empathy.

Aww…this message of recognising your skills and having them be recognised by others is cute. I needd that, really – ever since about a year ago, sometimes I’m so negative I just want to be erased from the face of the earth. That’s why I love Rokuhoudou so much – it was my solace from such thoughts.

Seeing the eyecatch’s strip go vertical for Zenitsu was interesting – I didn’t think it would change orientation midway through the show.

Okay, in this book I read recently – Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin – the protagonist admits to having “an overdeveloped sense of theatricality”…or dramaticism or something like that. I now realised Zenitsu has that too…although now he’s back to bugging me as a result.

Oh! So Inosuke was the 5th survivor! I had a feeling that would be the answer, but now I’ve confirmed it.

WHOA! I’ve never seen Tanjiro go all Papa Bear like this!

…and you can tell with that pre-OP shot that Ufotable ran out of budget for once.

The Legend of the Eight Samurai is also known as…wait for it…Hakkenden! There’s an anime called that, y’know? Update: It’s Satomi Nansou Hakkenden vs Hakkenden (with some subtitle on it).

To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts 1

First anime of summer! Now if only my CR would stop buffering so much…I’d be a happy person.

Oh…great. Fantasy information dump right here…just like Fairy Gone.

Is this weird that I recognise Patria to be…Korea? (At least in history. Its people seem to be generic Europeans.)

Is this a “dudes in war are scarred for life” thing again??? Please, please don’t let this be another Spec-Ops Asuka.

…and now here come the furries. (sarcastic)

Aren’t the white coats really impractical for battle???

If Cain isn’t a vampire or based on a bat…I dunno what I’d do, but I’m pretty sure he is, based on those pretty boy features.

I thought her name was Nancy…? Her name is Nancy Schaal Bancroft, after all.

Ooh! It’s the Abominable Walrus! I’m so scared~! (mocking tone)

This is basically an AI story, but fantasy-based, isn’t it…?

90s fire in the background…LOL.

“I’m going to ask Elaine to be with me.” – Now there’s something I didn’t think Hank would say.

LOL, Cain Madhouse really is mad! (in the Joker-style “insane” sort of way)

Well…uh, it was a bit predictable, but had its perks. I mean, there’s no CGI in it at all for one thing…I guess we wait for more (of this show and the debut of other shows) to see if it stays.

OPM S2 Ep 12 (Ep 24) (FINAL)

Shouldn’t that be “whale on an opponent”…?

What’s up with the montage, though???

*dead Centichoro* - Now that’s what I call “legs for miles”…! (LOL)

Astra 1

I’ve read some of the manga for this, so it’s my most anticipated anime this season! I can only hope it lives up to its own hype.

Double-length 1st episode! Ooh! Just like the manga’s double-length debut.

Okay, who decided on using CGI for Aries? Put it on the ship, not on her!

Oh, foreshadowing! Me likey.

I can’t really tell what Aries is meant to be screaming because she’s screaming over the woman, but it’s definitely not “beef” Aries is yelling.

Is it just me, or is there a frame around this scene at the Spaceport…?

I guess Aries is what they call a space case! (Wahaha!...Okay, I think that’s one stupid joke too many, now.)

Boob shot??? Why??? Also, according to the manga’s supplemental material found between chapters, Yun-Hua’s suit is newer than Aries’s (IIRC).

I definitely do not remember seeing a picture of Kanata’s sensei in the manga at all. I know Kanata refers to his sensei quite a bit, but…hmm…maybe the fact he looks like Charce means something. Update: For some reason, I remembered Charce as “Charles”…?

This scenery, with the ground making platforms in the air, looks like Dr Stone!!!

I just noticed the frame expanded after Kanata entered the sphere.

Did we need the flashback again???

Zetsubou is “despair”, at least from the way I learnt it – from Sayonara, Zetsubou-sensei, of course. It can be translated as “hopeless” in context, though.

Second recap from earlier in the episode. Well, at least it’s not Detective Conan or Demon Slayer bad…

Wow, they’re really trying to sell a potential Kanata x Aries ship here. That wasn’t in the manga either.

This is the 3rd time for the same recap…geesh. The things you notice when the episodes are compiled and online for you to watch…they can get kind of annoying.

I think the star = planet thing makes more sense when in Japanese, since “hoshi” can mean both. In English, it makes Aries sound like more of a space case…

Maou-sama, Retry! 1

…and the award for Most Boring Opening in a While goes to…this show!

I almost expected blonde!Rem to be called Rem…I knew that her name wasn’t Rem, but still…

Seriously? The face game of this show should be higher for it to pull off a gag involving funny faces…

The run cycle of this show’s…kinda suckish. Like Dororo’s one scene where he’s Naruto running.

“It’s you who is the root of all evil.”

UchiMusume 1

Aka “If It’s For My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord”.

The language on the title card seems to be a substitute for English. If you just take that thing that looks like brackets as one symbol, that seems to be a Y. How can you tell? Because “little” matches the 3rd last word.

The devil language seems to be based on Japanese, though…at least from what I’m picking up. Update: Oh! So when she says “toilet”, it’s just the syllables backwards! Just like in Hataraku Maou-sama.

I swear, if this guy isn’t voiced by Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, I’m going to have to swallow my hydralyte drink properly! (I’ve been struggling to drink it all day today.) Update: Nope, it’s Nobuhiko Okamoto.

I thought I just read something on the devil list that said “Bobble Space” in English…wuh?

Dr Stone 1

This is my 2nd most anticipated debut of the summer 2019 season. Let’s go!

Ooh, I see Crunchyroll even got themselves a fancy new intro card…which makes them more like what Funimation used to be on that front…

I know people have been comparing Senku’s hair to green onions…and now I can’t unsee it. Dang it, you guys! That’s the first real thought I’m having for this anime?!

*raises arms like Christ the Redeemer*…and Boichi and Riichiro Inagaki said, “Let there be light!”…and for some reason, it was green light…

Hmm…I thought in the manga Yuzuriha was shoved to the tree, which made Taiju look more like a hero to her. Turns out she ran to the tree then got petrified, if the anime is anything to go by.

I heard a really accurate “what’s happening?” in the scene which is meant to have English speakers in it…it’s almost creepy, to be honest with you.

Shuei…LOL. It’s clearly a play on Shueisha.

I didn’t think of this when reading the manga, but this anime’s very much a Holmes and Watson scenario…although Watson here is a little bit too dumb for some people’s liking…

I swear TMS used pictures of the real thing when looking at those grapes…

I love seeing Senku being pissed off. He’s so smug all the time, I needed that change of pace.

Maybe one day Senku will make vodka…LOL. I’m kidding.

Fire Force 1

Oh geesh…so Ohkubo grabbed the Aria from Ao no Exorcist to make his nuns work???

Why is there Naruto running???

“I’m a newly-assigned…”

Kyoukai means church. Does it really mean “cathedral” as well???

“Is that the scent of a damp woman?” – Uh, duuuuuuuude? Excuse-moi? That is not how you treat a lady you’ve just met…!

Can I insert a “Twinkletoes” comment from Toph (Avatar) yet…?

Okay, scrap that. Can I do that Overwatch “Molten CORE!” thing instead…?

Granbelm 1

I started watching this because it’s being promoted as “magical girls drive mechs”.

One of the mech ladies reminds me of…what’s her name…from the Re:Zero LNs…I believe her name is Beatrice, but that’s the name of one of the library loli, isn’t it…? *Googles* Okay, her name is Priscilla. AFAIK, “Priscilla” is NOT the name of the orange-haired lady in Granbelm, though… Update: Her name is Anna, actually.

These mechs remind me of Kim from Twinkle Star Sprites.

Wow…ripoff purple iPhone, much…?

Shingetsu = new moon, mangetsu = full moon.

I feel like Mangetsu is a relatable protagonist, but also annoying as a result of being relatable.

“Pennies from heaven” is a phrase you say to declare your good fortune, much like you say “speak of the devil” for bad luck when it comes to a certain person who arrives at the wrong time.

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Underhill - Malec Scenes

So, since the Shadowhunters fandom is stuck in what has to be the hottest mess of a cancellation ever, I decided to finish a fanfic idea that I’ve been working on to accompany the missing Malec scenes I’ve already written.

This is 5 Malec scenes written from the POV of Underhill - and includes 5 scenes of Underhill unintentionally eavesdropping on his favorite couple

Front Lines

Every Shadowhunter knew the name Alec Lightwood, and Shawn Underhill was no different. The Lightwoods had been head’s of the New York institute for many years and their family legacy was one of the longest in the Shadow World. So, when he’d heard that Alec had risked his position, for love no less, he couldn’t help be curious. He hadn’t been at the wedding himself, but if the rumors were true it meant that the eldest of the Lightwood sons and heir to their ancient legacy, was gay.

Just like Shawn Underhill himself, though in his case, no one knew.

Underhill was impressed that, despite being several years younger and openly dating a male warlock, Alec Lightwood had managed to maintain his reputation as one of the best archers the Clave had on record. And though Underhill had never met him, he had taken notice of Magnus Bane before. Any warlock being in the institute raised more than a few noses. An immortal being that the Shadowhunters had to chronicle to keep up with, because he outlives them all. But in the case of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, it was more than that. This man appeared to be eccentric, gorgeous, and impressive even by the Clave’s skewed standards in regards to downworlders.

The first time Underhill sees Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane together is the morning after Valentine’s infiltration of the institute. He’s part of the team searching for stray circle members around the perimeter when they happen upon the Lightwood boy kissing the High Warlock of Brooklyn like his life depends on it. Despite the murmurs from the forming crowd, Underhill understands exactly why Alec had refused a marriage that would have made him Head of the Institute.

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“Alexander, you cannot possibly think you're responsible for the Seelie’s opinion of your people.” Magnus stopped and turned to Alec in the hallway as they left the ops center. Izzy’s high heels clicking away in the other direction had caused Underhill to look up from his paper work and now he couldn’t seem to look away.

“Not responsible for it, no, but I perpetuated it. I was the one who brought Meliorn in for questioning that almost got him killed. I knew about the Clave using seelie scouts to spy on Valentine. I…” Alec’s insistent voice remained quiet, though Underhill could hear them from his station at the desk.

“Trust me darling, you are not the problem.” Magnus leaned forward, taking Alec’s downcast face in his hands before placing a featherlight kiss on his forehead. Even from a distance, Underhill could see the smile touch Alec’s lower lip. “I dare say what the Seelie Kalie did had more to do with your parabatai’s so called book club than anything else.”

At that, Alec let out a soft laugh. “Right,” He said with a shake of his head that was somehow both fond and annoyed. Alec turned, taking one of Magnus’ hands as they continued walking.

“Besides, in my experience the Seelie Queen is rarely less than hostile.” Magnus pointed out with a flourish as his voice trailed away. Underhill had to shake himself, realizing he’d been staring at the couple, mesmerized by their simple exchange. As he looked around he saw a few people glace towards them, some in distaste, however no one seemed to mind their small display of public affection.

It was an odd thing to see even married Shadowhunters engage in any form of PDA, but Magnus and Alec seemed completely unbothered by any prying eyes.

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“Ugh, that warlocks here again,” Duncan says under his breath and Underhill follows his eye across the room to where Magnus Bane is striding towards the offices, looking like a million bucks as per usual. “He walks around here like he owns the place.”

“He probably could if he wanted to, and everyone knows that he’s the boss’ boyfriend.” Underhill shrugs, turning his attention back to his work.

“That’s my point,” Duncan says suddenly louder. “It’s bad enough he’s.. ya know, into other dudes like that! But slumming it with a downworlder? and one of his reputation...”

“I assume you’re referring to the Clave’s file on him?” Underhill asks, aware that anything the Clave recorded on the life of an immortal Downworlder should be taken with a grain of salt.

“Yeah, the guys like 400 years old and a total playboy.” Duncan scoffs.

“You do realize warlock’s are immortal right?” Underhill asks, absently turning the page in his report. “And he’s clearly in love with Lightwood, so what’s your problem?”

“Love? Come on, he’s probably like a spy or... or you think the Lightwoods keep him as an asset?” Duncan asked conspiratorially, with something akin to excitement in his voice. Underhill knew that tone because he’d heard it from several Shadowhunters in regards to Alec’s relationship with Magnus. It couldn’t be that they’d simply fallen in love, something fishy had to be going on and someone needed to prove it. Underhill was tired of hearing it.

“I don't think anyone keeps a warlock like Magnus Bane,” Underhill points out, voice turning harsh as he stood up to gather his things. “And by the way, I’m also ya know, into dudes that way. So maybe you should just keep your opinions to yourself.”

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Underhill is listening intently to Isabelle Lightwood as she’s going over the institute’s updated security plans following the escape of Valentine. Everything would need to be overhauled after checks and scans were complete. Another team had been tasked with determining how Duncan had been compromised, his family slaughtered.

The moment Magnus Bane enters the ops center, the atmosphere changes around them. As usual, the warlock is dressed impeccably and Underhill supposes it’s perfectly natural to stare. The guy was like a walking piece of art, but the murmurs coming from the others at the table were not so agreeable.

They were quickly silenced by Isabelle loudly clearing her throat, her face reminded Underhill of the saying “if looks could kill.” She stared at the group in disgust until Magnus stopped beside her, wearing a contrastingly friendly smile.

“Ah, Isabelle,” Magnus started, rings glistening in the lights of the hologram. “Alexander said you were going over the security breach if I wanted in.”

“Absolutely,” Isabelle dropped her annoyed expression and turned to Magnus, immediately diving back into the plans.

It’s a few hours later and the ops center is relatively quiet when Alec Lightwood returns from a mission. Before discarding his bow, he be-lines for Magnus and is gifted with a sweet kiss that makes his cheeks flush. The only Shadowhunter at the table who doesn’t seem to notice is Isabelle and Underhill figures she must see this sort of thing all the time. Several of his colleagues are noticeably uncomfortable but none of them dare say anything.

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Shifting through the pages of his report on a shax demon attack in lower midtown, Underhill turned a corner towards the Office of the Head of the Institute and froze. The newly appointed Head of the New York institute, Alec Lightwood, was giggling while sharing kisses with his infamous warlock boyfriend. The two of them had stopped in the doorway to the office with mere inches between them, oblivious to the world around them.

“Now, Mr. Lightwood, let's do keep things professional,” The warlock says as he brushes a hand down Alec’s lapels in a distinctly unprofessional manner.

“Of course, Mr. Bane.” Alec says as he moves them both into his office. “This meeting is to reinstate the institutes contracts with the High Warlock of Brooklyn under our new leadership.”

“Ah, and what lovely new leadership indeed, Mr. Lightwood. However,” Magnus teases, voice drifting from the open door as they stumble together towards privacy. “Some of my services require special attention from the Head of this Institution and I regret to inform you these needs have been neglected under your recent predecessors.”

“In that case, please allow me to assure you, Mr. Bane. You will receive any and all special attention you desire from the Head this Institute so long as I’m in charge…” Alec’s voice trails off as the door swings shut with a swish of blue magic. Smiling, Underhill walks past the office with his report still in hand, certain that his boss doesn’t want this particular meeting interrupted.

Thank you for reading!!! #saveshadowhunters

Previous Missing Scenes:

2.03 - Lost and Found

2.06 - Getaway

2.07/8 - A Place To Belong

2.08/9 - Choice

2.10 - The Outlook at Dawn + (Part #2)

2.12 - Console

2.13 - Amends

2.15 - Secured

2.20 - Recovered

#malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec fanfic #shadowhunters #sh fanfic #underhill #malec missing canon scenes #by di

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Saturday 23 April 1825

6 5/60

10 3/4

.. [Anne’s period]

From 7 3/4 to 10 10/60 wrote the few last lines of the 1st end, the whole of the 2nd a great deal under the seal, all very small and close, and crossed the 1st page of my letter (began on wednesday part written on Thursday and finished this morning) to ‘madame madame Barlow, Quai Voltaire no.15, Paris’, all which read over, wafered, and directed, and gave for George to take to the post-office –

I have had no time to make extracts but it is very affectionate say she will perhaps ssee me again before the all off[er]ed two years are expired write as if having no wish but to make her my wife §§ yet say she knows ‘the hard necessity of circumstance that clings around me now’ bid her do what is best for her own interest and for Janes § for her sake I can forget to be selfish nay more than this abhor thought bid her ‘not sacrifice a certain good for the upncertain prospect of making happy one whose affections she had gained forever but whose hopes of happiness had waked not from their sleep of years till roused by you to live and tremble once again’ § – all this brought on by my saying I had been taken by surprise altogether tho I ought not to have been by the reappearance of her ‘old beau’ that is Mr William Bell § said I had not the same feeling of repugnance towards him as Mr Hancock between whom to again use her aunts words il nya pas de choix in point of gentility Mrs H[ancock] nothing beyond her bright grates in bread street but bade her not atten[d] to me but make other inquiries said I did not mean to reflect on her taste she had seen Mr H[ancock] ‘in ignorance and at Place Vendome two reasons taken conjointly quite enough to excuse the whole thing’ –

she would not ruin me in postage – if her letters cost no more than now and she write regularly every fortnight of her life, they would only cost 47 shillings and 8 d.pence a year a sum far greater than which I should save by the habits of economy her regard had taught me – why did she not marK the little volumes? § Rousseaus Nouvelle Heloise she herself was the only one to whom I would give did she think I could now make such presents to others perhaps she would soon become what she was pleased to call ‘more rational’ without much effort ‘you have taught me much untaught before and surely I must strangely learn that hardest science to forget [wh]ere I can associate another with those sentiments which you have chastened and refined there is a little sacred record in my memory that would star t up into life against me’ were I to give these too interesting volume to any other than herself – had before all this bidden her not tell me any more of her being an injury to my future prospects etc. etc. § they we were good enough to content me I wanted nothing more than I was likely to have ‘save that most difficult to gain of all possesions a heart in unison with my own’ –

§ alluding to madame G-[Galvani] ‘They are who thinK but little or tomorrow or of yesterday – are they the happier? I doubt it much – Then are, too, who have no faith in worlds to come; who have no stay for thought to rest upon, and, with whom, it would ‘destroy their paradise’ – when ‘we go hence, and are no more seen, who ever much remembers us, save that lonely one within whose heart our shrine was raised?’

ThanKs for her present of the Environs of Paris – I should con it over and plan some litt[l]e excursions for us concluded my letter with bidding her tell me everything and ‘remember it is the gentle beam of affection not the meridian blaze of intellect that makes happy the heart of your affectionately attached AL’ –

vide last wednesday page 285. no observation made on mrs. B-’s[Barlow’s] letter because I had not time – 3 pp.pages long ends, and a great deal under the seal, all very small and close – § very very affectionate ‘a diversity of objects and scenery saved you from the intense misery I have suffered’ and she goes on to describe feelings much more intense than I had ever dreampt of her experiencing for me it ended in her being ill and having a great deal of fever for which Mrs Guantlet made her take calomel etc. § ‘I became so ill I had so much fever that I composed letters in my brain to your uncle telling him that your return alone could save my child from being an orphan’ – ‘so thin am I that my rings are laid aside I kept losing them every moment’ – about the going to Edmonto[n] etc. she says ‘I know not how to express all my obligation none but yourself could have acted as you describe the invention and decision was unique and the desc[r]iption capital’ –

§ Mr William Bell her ‘old beau’ had called and sat two hours with her making it evident he would offer if he thought he had the smallest chance of being accepted § ‘when I saw him..... I asked myself is that the man who caused much a sensation in our families how altered how changed in every respect’ – ‘would that I had but one day more of your dear societyelf in this ssalon I have so many things unsaid which perhaps we may never meet with op[p]ortunity to express but to tell you truly I must have many days of your society to induce me to undergo the agonized feelings I endured the days which followed your departure I thought I was near my end not that I fear death but on my childs account not that I love you less but that I feel satisfied you would be decidedly better provided for without the burden of my acquaintance which can only prove disadvantageous and imprudent in being encouraged I must stop op my pen for I know non [not] what my light head would scribble on to say the best thing I could do with this sheet would be to consign it to the flame my next I trust will be more rational god bless and prese[r]ve you you know all I would say adieu CMB’ thus ends the third page –

Her aunt writes that mr. de Lancey speaKs highly of me – Jane has got the SKetch booK with ‘which is extremely well bound – I never saw Jane so delighted with anything’ § – of madame G-Galvani ‘I do not Know anyone who only thinKs of the present so much as our friend – all her actions, even in respect to economy, portray the same character’.... my letter sent off from London on the monday reached mrs. B-Barlow the Thursday following (the 14th April) – and was charged 24 sols – written on my very thin French paper and wafered –

§§ in my answer when on the subject vide line 12 from the bottom of the last page slightly alluded to our connection none could possibly understand it but herself said I still sighed § after happiness gone by with a sigh more deep and long than she might think ‘in the midst of occupation when the strong voice of duty and necessity call on our attention the mind may be diverted for a while but tis the hour of rest when we retire into ourselves tis then when wh fancy brings to mind what absence takes away and thought of happiness gone by disorders all the heart’ said my own room was perhaps the worst place in which to calculate my loss – in an earlier part of my letter had hoped that at all rates she would not be disappointed in me as a friend § would have nothing to regret but my misfortune (this hard necessity of circumstance that brings around me now) nothing to reproach but my loving her too well this would be my only fault towards her which I hoped she would forgive ‘and even its very faultiness may wear away with time for time may come when my regard maybe your own without another voice to claim it maybe your own as well from duty as from inclination §§ – in another part speaking of my regard for her calling for no sacri fice on my part my prospect were good enough [?] and alluding to her thinking of Janes interest ‘even pride forbids that all the sacrifice should be on one side’ meaning hers § adding ‘if you were as ssingle as I am I should expect the same sacrifices from you I would in such a case make myself’ -

Breakfast at 10 1/4 – came upstairs at 11 1/4 – had just written the part of my journal of today on the last page when (at 12 1/2) Cordingley said Dr. Kenny and mr. Sunderland were come (to my aunt) went down – went into the drawing room, where they were with my aunt, for 10 minutes – then waited their going, and followed them into the front stable – spoke to them for a minute or 2 – Dr. K-[Kenny] thinKs my aunt in a very weaK, suffering state – a very delicate subject to deal with – this catching – convulsive motion of the diaphragm which has come on so much within these last few days, the worst symptom – I see he thinKs her constitution much broKen –

she had a warm bath last night, and is to have one again tonight about 98º Fahrenheit – after coming up to bed last night, went down to see how Cordingley had ordered the bath – found the tub 3/2 to two thirds full of water at 170º - staid 25 minutes till Cordingley had put in cold water that reduced it to about 100, or a few degrees more – my aunt too was sitting by the lower Kitchen fire waiting all this time – very bad management – and the tub placed just under the oat bread racK

staid talKing to my uncle and aunt, and did not come upstairs till 1 3/4 – then wrote the whole of the last page which tooK me till 3 – from 3 1/4 to 5 1/4 wrote 3 pp.[pages] and the ends (tolerably close) to mrs. N-[Norcliffe] to go tomor[row] – easy chit-chat, in answer to mrs. N-’s[Norcliffe’s] letter on wednesday 3 pp.[pages] (quite full) the ends, and a good deal under the seal –

a very Kind letter – I had no time to make any observation on it on wednesday – anxious to Know that M-[Mariana] did not visit colonel BerKeley – ‘why introduce her to him at all – old as Jam, I would not be introduced to him’... § a man whose character is so despicable and well Known, that it did not want the addition of his treacherous conduct to miss Foote, to make him as I believe he is, most generally despised .... it is not the 1st trait of treachery to a female’... together with what I copied from M-’s[Mariana’s] letter in my last to mrs. N-[Norcliffe] and the remainder I have copied in this, conclude the L-s[Lawtons] did not visit him, but left mrs. N-[Norcliffe] to form her own conclusions –

§ on her 1st page mrs. N-[Norcliffe] writes ‘you and I suit very well; and, should I live and have my health next year, at this time, should much enjoy a sejour of a month in our capital (London) with you’ – answer after mentioning my uncle and aunt’s health, and saying Dr. Kenny had been here this morning to see the latter – ‘should they be well enough for me to leave them, next year, and this time, nothing would delight me so much, as a month with you in that 1st of cities, London – at all rates, I hope and trust, no flaw in your own health wil be the preventative’ –

Have asKed mrs. N-[Norcliffe] if she Knows anything of mrs. Middleton, daughter of sir William Grace, wife of Mr. Middleton of IlKley – mother of mr. Peter m-[Middleton] of StocKhill-parK who married Miss [Stourton] – wrote the above of this page read over and folded and directed my letter to mrs. N-[Norcliffe], and had just done at 6 –

Great deal of rain last night – rained from the time of my getting up, more or less, till about 3 p.m. – about 8 a.m. sent John Booth to desire nothing to be done at the foot path – no stones to be led, for fear of cutting Thomas Pearson’s field – Dinner at 6 1/2 – Did nothing in the evening – Fair this evening (vide the 4th line above) Barometer 3 1/4 degree below changeable Fahrenheit 44º at 9 p.m. at which hour came up to bed – Reading volume 1 Rousseau’s confession and looKing at the map of England and that of France, for about an hour – E [2 dots inside] O [1 dot inside] – my cousin came just before getting into bed

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